All the time, sitting, walking in the cold
I had a few drinks so needed a piss
Every so often as I knew I would
But it’s fun doing it each time I could
This time I walked round Salford Quays again
Not that many about there as I strolled
But I was well wrapped up like most of them
Humming and singing quietly to Julian
Cope. We’re now heading towards the abyss
Of midwinter when darkness has a hold
On our lives no matter who where or when
But it’s all part of seasonal fun, Christmas
Has to be endured like disease and mould
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