In the books I always read
about foreign lands far away
girls sigh, 'Oh marvelous he.'
And dance the night away.
...
I sit at my desk
elbows perched precariously on the edge of the surface
trying to imagine some inspiration for a poem
Cars and buses glide a story down from my window
...
I make my way down Pellington Road
To take the path that nobody knows
To find something special in the dark
To light up my world with a raging spark
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