From Sussex cricket whites and coast
to Kentish greens and geese and oast,
this countryside I adore my home,
this garden that I call my own,
Tunbridge Wells to Paddock Wood,
Orpington grey, misunderstood,
this piece of track I know too well,
as though my feet were made of train...
Waterloo, busty bridge of ours,
the tennis-girl shivers in Wimbledon showers,
oh London, lets have a gin and pass the hours,
light is my loves July...
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| NOWHEREISLAND |
Well, hello July, you are entirely made of festivals and gigs,
July, you are one hot little madam of a month...
thank you for all lovely birthday wishes,
it was the happiest week of joys ever
thank you ;-D
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