where the cold wind blows
Snow covered hilltops
Icy covered roads
Slipped on the slate
Metro has a crash
The little red car
A fix cost too much cash
Out in the sticks
Wondering what to do
On the way to Kent
for it’s there I flew
live in a house though I owe my due
couldn’t tell you why
thrown to the wind
What else could I do
Kent the garden of England
Not sure that’s true
at least I’m not an animal
in a Wild West Cotswold Zoo
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