The summer house was empty,
with summer nearly gone
And the holiday man
With a pocket full of seaweed covered sand
Asked me the way
To the nearest
Salvation Army Band
To play in through the winter
Till once again
Summer was nearly gone
Former Picture Editor. Now a sometime photographer and poet.
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