And their agricultural attachments
Then, quite unexpectedly
I hear the birdsong
I could quite easily take a nap
With the sun warming me
Through my jet-black clothing
With my mind slowing down
To the pace of cake and coffee
I have to make a move, to re-engage
This space, or its equivalent
Could be formed from our old
Stables - yes it would work
And we ought to get on with it
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