Swimming Trunks

Take a young child to the shops
Spend money and kiss goodbye
Play the guitar wearing fingerless gloves and catch
Magic mushroom fever

Heckle yourself at a poetry reading
Grow a grey beard
Sell abba picture disc for buttons
And wait for the end of an endless day in silent office

Tell white lies
Green lies
Red lies
Blues lies and yellow lies too

Accept that your swimming trunks are afraid of the water

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