As some car nutter’s Ford flag whips about and rain drums on the Novalite roof of the bach porch,
I’m lucky enough to discover that the truth of life is to not hold back from any good thing.
While I drink sparkling wine and the pittosporums drink the warm rain,
on the radio Paul Simon sings about the mother and child reunion and then a man on an ad raves about premature ejaculation.
Prematurely, on time but hopefully not too late I want everyone to reach my conclusion.
Glad tidings of great joy for us all, I think,
as the rain thrums on and my mother and I hope there's still wine left in the fridge
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