Me And Patsy
Late in summer under a tree,
just me and Patsy.
Nothing moving only a bee
observed by Patsy.
And time it doesn't move at all.
It's like a treacle, water fall.
Floating like a ship on the sea
that's me and Patsy.
Patsy thinking only of me,
and I of Patsy.
And time it doesn't move at all.
It's like a treacle, water fall.
Nothing lasts for ever ever.
Sun and sunny weather weather.
Grass and grass and heather heather.
Time time time time.
Lying in the shade of a tree,
just me and Patsy.
Waiting for a moment to be,
with me and Patsy.
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