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Exercise in Song Portrait

Show me my notebook and pen
And let me sit down and hum a rhyme.
I'll celebrate with half a glass of something red
When I get to ninety-nine.

I stare into thin air,
At the curtains, books and chair;
Then I stop and quickly write something down:
Maybe I'm getting somewhere.

Ethew showm ohome aytog!
Edand i’mtir togot iwant obed.
Ittled ihadal outanh rinkab ourago
Goneri andit’s myhead ghtto.

Rwherei nomatte roam,
Dorseao overlan rfoam,
Lwayshea youwilla ngthisso rmesingi ng:
Ewaytogo showmeth home!

I'm pollinated abroad,
My seeds in an ericaceous bed.
A sudden downpour's given all my leaves a shock
Like I've just been dead-headed.

My fruit might start to swell
By a flood plain, coast or dell;
But I'm evergreen in my native clime:
There shall my cuttings strike well.

Could yelp me ofind mway home?
I wanget intbed cause feelowsy.
I subted wigd grace ta singalcdrink wellver hourgo
Andended upther queasy.

T'llbe same wherver am,
Whethon dryand, boarship, fam,
If list carefyou mighcatch meging thifrain:
Shomto myty townvilge ham!

How ee eh ay oo oh ome!
M wite ired nd ant oo oh oo ed.
Ad ittle ink out n ur r wo go, ou now,
Itch en ent ight oo y ed

Ith ersistent otion
Ver ores r ountries r cean
Ou ill ways ar ee inging is ong ith
Y oice ull artfelt motion.

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