On the Newcastle to Manchester train
Meeting all done, tax not really taxing
There'll be no taxi home - walking again
Music ringing in my ears, me singing
In my head only, or they'd be thinking
Here comes a madman. (Don't want them to know!)
To immature fantasy I still cling
But it keeps me young, well I reckon so
Don't want to grow vegetables yet, no
Not got green fingers, but got a keen brain
Even if only for a few small things
And those small things are what I want to grow
Safely out of sight, there they will remain
Unless fate determines their revealing
Tue 9 Aug
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