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balladeer dream  (  a  h o p e  i n  v e r s e  –  f o r m  )

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i'd like to be a balladeer

thence wander far & near

but mainly near - i can't be arsed

to stray too far from here


yet still i'd graft with ballad fare

yeah, all that crazy shoot

recounting yarns in rusty barns

whilst strumming on me lute


a balladeer? oh yes please please

no, not soppy pop songs

or animals - they're fallow deer

stop muddling, you're wrong


no cavalier cashiers for me

'stead words with strings i've plucked

until death calls ( dum - dum - dee - dum )

& then all's proper fucked

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