Wednesday, November 21, 2012


A colleague of mine cut his finger off at work
He didn't say a thing
But I knew  exactly what he was thinking
With no fingers one might be a little down in the mouth
But no one can be sad when you live in Hastings
and I'm going back there soon
For a family gathering
We eat almonds and pastry
And most times go swimming
I've missed a few of the last ones
Been tanning in a seaside town
But this year I'm coming back
I'm coming back
coming back to Hastings

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