We definitely have to have first dibs on this after the olympics… perhaps the sole good thing to come out of the whole impending debacle! I think we may, possibly, maybe, just a little, be singing this around camp fires later in the summer.
Oh, how I yearn to be alone. Holding onto the open chalk, standing firm against the bite of wind, rain and Sun, Showing impassive toleration to time. At peace, while waiting for momentary pilgrims If it were only traffic… Roaring, throbbing carriers of men and matter, eating miles, eating the plain In gouged arteries of…