Homeless
It set in it's golden ale; as bright as the lighten pen.
Covered the land like the sound of the nightengale.
It's the farmers delight of a well grown day,
every workers joy of a well paid day.
the man standing wondered sadly "what a night!!!"
a homely man walking past laugh and replied "why the frown?"
"because I've no where to sleep." the man replied
Covered the land like the sound of the nightengale.
It's the farmers delight of a well grown day,
every workers joy of a well paid day.
the man standing wondered sadly "what a night!!!"
a homely man walking past laugh and replied "why the frown?"
"because I've no where to sleep." the man replied
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