There was a storm brewing
In the west coast of England
When I began my journey in train
To the last city before Scotland.
I thought I did pretty well
By moving away from the storm
But Newcastle was no different
Cold and rain was the norm.
So I headed straight to Novotel
To the cosy room and double bed
A bit dissapointed that I as alone
When the room could have been shared
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