Little places to go to
And you may find somebody kind
Guide them along
People take to saying
People may be changing
Oi!
Sea, rain, grain, flesh, mountain.
They say that when we die
I hear the drums
Hurry boy
There's nothing but
The wild dogs
As they grow restless
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus
I seek to cure
Frightened
I'm always gonna wanna
Uphill battle
Side
It's the climb
It is a hunger
Dance, chance, give, live
When the night
Rose
18 March 2017
* Poem inspired by our 'set' and the MMoL*
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