Why wouldn't I
It is the street
Distant, cold, and thin
To touch the soul
It is why I write
People watching;
Passing smiles, engaging grins
Years ago, years passed by
The class of two thousand and five
It was a way back to life
Drinking beer, and slipping gin
Van Morrison is on the radio
I remember the lyrics that I wrote
It was my own sat alone Scandinavia
Before the daily threat of insulin
Time to say, funny old life
Recognition of visited places
It is the treat
Instant, warm, let’s begin
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