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Winter has
come. It’s dark, wet and cold.
From shed
to shed in our street
Goodbye. See
you later. Until we meet.
Daylight
saving comes and wakes our hills.
Sun brushes
aside the winter chills.
The sun
brightens and warms us
It’s simple
and easy. What’s the fuss?
Mat up the
road proudly poses.
Shows us
his flaming scarlet roses.
Pete points
at his apple blossom.
Yes, I
agree they do look awesome.
Bobby, let’s
start. Now tune your guitar.
Pick and
pluck. You are a star.
Love that
riff. Keep that speed.
Sing with
my mates is all I need.
Music
shoots from the shed.
Happy is my
rocking, rolling head
Soon you
will hear the guitar sing
What a
beautiful thing. Kling bling zing.
Our music and
the birds all wooing.
Chirping,
cheeping, tweeting, cooing.
Burning
flaming red clouds in the sky.
The trees,
bees, and the fleas know why.
Our own magic
mystical music.
Our joyful
sounds leak and escape
free to
amble, ramble, and roam
And lazily
wander far from home.
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