I always walk the banks of frankness
On this day; the memories of which are most crystal:
A relative embarrassing me a school.
A rainy day.
The very last day I partook of education.
A rainy day.
My first house purchased, twenty years ago.
Another rainy day.
A truck fair in Driffield.
Too pissed to remember the weather,
A twenty fifth down the West End half blind.
A hazy day as I’d lost my glasses.
England losing to Jonah’s New Zealand.
A bit of sun.
A thirtieth spent on my own,
With no regard for the fucking weather.
England finally defeating Germany.
A lot of sun and vodka cocktails,
A fortieth walking to and from the pub,
And enjoying every blazing ray.
And so on until today, raining,
And a wish to have been born in winter.
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I remember this one. I know this one. Let it rain. Let's enjoy the breeze
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