Saturday Jun 07. 05:33
I'm sending this message in a bottle
I have been in an excellent new job for a week or two
Our hut is excellent
The rain is full of strange beasts
Like a tank in a Burmese war film
Grappling irons, strong arms and Jesus!
There is a small herd of bulls
When John and Peter threw one in the pond
We try to ride our bykes
It's a kind of impending death by water
rallying a kind of peace
And so I fancy forth a letter to you
Collecting pretty pebbles in the rain
I hope to try it out with an enthusiastic partner
I heard a commotion in a ditch
out trotted a merry hedgehog
A noise like the distant sobbing of a child
My comrade in a pool of tears
He wouldn't even roll up he was so sad
His car is electrified against thieves
With a merry oath he threw himself behind the wheel
Blasted by a voltage to Heaven
I hear the bullocks conspiring
Charging behind me, utterly invisible
Ted wrapped it in his jumper and carried it home
A hedgehog wrapped in a towel in front of the gas
Cambridge is wonderful today
Not a ditch full of cold, dead frogs
Not a bird without feathers
Not a purse without pennies
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