EVERYTHING
Everything in
life is groovy baby
Maybe but
they tell me those days have gone
One day
they’ll come back everything goes round
Sound days
when the sun was always shining
Inglenook
fireplaces and all that jazz
Razzmatazz
champagne corks popping sideways
Way out and
what was that word you told me
Meandering
across the Roman road
Ad hoc like
no one thought of this before
Forty five
years ago in teenage town
Drowning in
beer crying over spilt milk
Silk ties Crombies
and Lambretta scooters
Scooby-Doo in
Dunfermline with Gregor
Gorging spare
ribs jam tarts and everything
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