If I could write lyrics like Ray Davies in the second verse of Autumn Almanac

I would write about how
I like mucking about in a garden
and eating fried eggs on hash browns.
I would write about how
I go for walks in the afternoon
and lie with my son on the ground.
I would write about how
on paper this is all very standard,
but then you can’t hear my tone.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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