know the feeling doncha slumping in your chair like a dumpling when breezes in the chimneybreast begin to whisper of somewhere anywhere doncha when you have no wish to turn on your television radio computer phone as the world they bring is not your own & now you are suddenly nowhere everywhere hearing on the wind in the flue a world that draws you cooing doves & cries of children & cars swishing by doncha wish to open the jailhouse door walk free with no particular place to go but out & away know the feeling doncha from way back when those grumpy grownups growled get lost & doncha come back before dusk haha never the same road twice when you & your best friends walked & walked until you reached those unknown hedges houses highways hidden byways to a world you had never been tree trunks never climbed faces never seen streams you had never dammed streetnames you never heard haha whole estates of footballers poets scientists explorers & doncha recall how full it felt to return at dusk with treasure trove a strip cartoon of images drawn from a Brilliant day when you'd wandered in a novelty wonderland fresh pastures glimpsed but once though present still & steady yet for future days as souvenirs of days gone by & still to be that boy or girl you were & still to see whatever's new & still to walk free with no particular place to go doncha still go out & away
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