Nothing assured

Green grass and mouldy clothes

That don’t fit no more

Because their memories have stretched them too far

At least the grass will always be green

But even that can’t be guaranteed

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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