rain

somehow a rain of slugs
not my favourites really
but we held hands sometimes
and the sea and the cliffs
and we got lost
and it was nearly dark
I loved you and felt responsible
but then suddenly we knew

but the mornings
were always six ways out
of delight
so I apologise
for the late  nights
I couldn't help it
god I'm struggling a bit

not to ring you now

it's lucky really
that I have my new helicopter

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