Lingering sense of doom prevails, yet makes for good music and poetry
Clothes are full of food stains, elbow grease blasts them into the abyss
Boiling ot today, trees been good posers
When can people get away, to far flung places like the Arctic
They will have to go diving in freezers and eat ricicles to think of space
Space is deep, as deep as the mind. The mind of Stephen Hawking anyway
Mind of Rafferty is small but great, I wonder if Brian Cox reads the Viz
He is featured regularly, and Elton John always fails at his swindles
Glyncornel forest got lovely carpet of pine needles