Second o’ first, twenty twenty two

what in the hell is a man to do ??


Peaceful mornings back again,

the birds are calling – hip hip hooray.

Suns up early with a splattering of cloud,

yet my brains remembering every sound.


Buzzing ringing in the ear,

I get up quickly and stretch the gear.

And after this cup I’m about to go,

and start up again – this whole darn show.



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