The evening breeze,
the rhythm of the trees,
the song of love
the honey bees,
the traveling horses,
the starry skies'
valleys and plains from which the mountains rise.

I keep my feet upon the road and I set my spirit free!

I keep my feet upon the road and I set my spirit free!
Gypsy, travelers,  Romanys,  New age travellers,  troubadours as
Let the sunshine in;
let the sunshine in,
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.
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You got a friend in me and i got a friend in you.
Just smile that way each and every day,
We shall fill the world with love and say!
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Let the sunshine in;
let the sunshine in,
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.
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Kindness is the key to peace and harmony!
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.
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Let the sunshine in;
let the sunshine in,
Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.
Positively comes crom within
There once was a man from Wales,
That lived off cunt, snot and snails,
When he didn't have these;
he lived off the cheese;
which he scraped from his knob with his nails.
Yes it's both cheesy and unpleasant like many limericks...
Poem for Nigel Bowers farther now deceased
Individuals who tell their partners that they are being hypocritical and telling lies are nearly always doing this very some thing!
I was listening to a couple argue at a small festival yesterday and this is what I came away with in my head...
The loss of my self and and my social history.
The loss of my past and distanced from my friends.
All I have is words!
I'm economically unviable and so exiled to a far away place; to suffer aboard a ship of fools; at odds with the stars and this voyage into the new world.
But I must keep on dreaming.
Creating!
for all the displaced peoples of the world
Dad is so very proud of his culture, underneath this nationalist, racist, sexist, homophobic, religiously intolerant, ageist and xenophobic snobbery;
Is a man that stands by his right to hate who he likes.

Oh the irony!
Bigots and nationalism
Peach the worst of my small lumps are like putty in your hands,
My armpits glow like a midsomers wasp!
My lips are haemorrhaging for the hamster gnawing on your legs. Bathtime gurgles in a desperate attempt to save humanity,
Bum-chortle, guff and blast; oO0pS it's all brown and runny!
Vigon love poem
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