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Aug 2019
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Birthed by Helvetia,
But raised by the dragon,
I've changed my life so many times,
I'm scattered on every bandwagon,

My list of goals,
Has been sat there for years,
The ones I wrote then,
Now bring me to tears,

I've moved on,
I've changed,
New things I want to do,
That list's no longer me,
So I've left it with you,

I've been fortunate enough,
To see the world,
To dance and live my life,
In an incessant swirl

Been finding myself,
And all that ****,
I found my dying body,
At the bottom of a ditch,

Roped him out,
Cleared off those who'd thrown him in,
He regained his energy,
To the tune of a mandolin,

Now I can't stop the ****,
Bouncing around,
As he sings his lungs out,
Skipping uptown,

I asked him what's changed mate,
You seem high all the time,
He replied 'I've finally discovered,
Life's a nursery rhyme'
TheIdleOwl
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TheIdleOwl  33/M/Sheffield, UK
(33/M/Sheffield, UK)   
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