On the road again.
Know not where I'm going.
Know not where she's been.
My feelings lead me and I'm following.
I'm tracking down Miss M.
By a slow bus I come.
Find her I do want,
though it seems so wrong.
She's out of sight and I'm not strong.
I'm tracking down Miss M.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Miss M amigo della fuerto anemio is in Parrots pub in Edi in High St.Go and get her, she is waitin. All best Roger