It’s not that I’ve not thought of you,
Nor wished to write some more,
But I’ve got decisions to make,
And they canna wait for evermore.
I need to find a place to live,
In London Town, I hope.
For if I have to commute each day,
I may lose my new found work.
Decisions now have to be made,
More urgent are they now,
And when my Mind goes into gear,
A new Poem gets written down.
Decisions canna be left just now,
They canna be swept aside,
From the actions I must take,
I can no longer hide.
I need to move, and move real quick,
I can no longer delay,
But the time to find a new abode,
Is only ~ Forty Days! !
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