Narrow twisting turning roads, flooding deep fords, revolutionary action, driving like a lord, then engine stalls, engine stalls
Damp reality, clouding the mind, feverish storm, falling behind, slipping the slurry, on a childish grind, elasticated tyres, crash then die, just crash then die.
There she was strolling along, looking at the views, an impetuous sea gull lands on her head, the damn sign says it must not be fed, it steals an Ice cream from her hands, an ice cream from her hands.
On another day, maybe in spring, the sun would shine in Lyme Regis, alas not today, still picturesquely charming, the sea rolls on alarming, there’s only one set of young having some fun, surfing the waves, riding on high, riding so high.
It darkens now in this damp dreary place, towards the end of ‘Storm Dennis’, when it is time to go home, pretty as a picture, there’s one little face that brightens the day, he brightens everyday.
(Especially his Mum and Dads)
Damp reality, clouding the mind, feverish storm, falling behind, slipping the slurry, on a childish grind, elasticated tyres, crash then die, just crash then die.
There she was strolling along, looking at the views, an impetuous sea gull lands on her head, the damn sign says it must not be fed, it steals an Ice cream from her hands, an ice cream from her hands.
On another day, maybe in spring, the sun would shine in Lyme Regis, alas not today, still picturesquely charming, the sea rolls on alarming, there’s only one set of young having some fun, surfing the waves, riding on high, riding so high.
It darkens now in this damp dreary place, towards the end of ‘Storm Dennis’, when it is time to go home, pretty as a picture, there’s one little face that brightens the day, he brightens everyday.
(Especially his Mum and Dads)
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