The Tent Iz Yours

───

[Somewhere]

in Us All

we seem







hell bent

to track the scent

of how we're meant

to have a tent

Bought

or lent

cash

or rent

the time spent

from Ayr

to Kent

removes the dent

of energies pent

                           up

of energies sent

                           down







So then

No care

Dark hair

Genes rare

Both

        in

            there

                     like

                           swimwear







True gent

It's yours

The tent

The tent Iz

                  yours













Plus mattresses

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