Should I get old I'll wear
a pinny with a pocket and I'll put
a paper packet
full of coconut mushrooms
in there.
My twinkling eye will smile
all the while you speak
and if you pause for thought
I'll rustle my packet
and let you pick one out.
I listen to the thrumming of the wind These trees tell stories of a time, not so different for some, The climb is still as steep, Though t...
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