Just sit, don't fade away,
re-skin ourselves in the front room
or on the same couch in a Hovis field,
watching the wheat busy in wind,
or eyes twitching as a pocket burns,
the flow of information has
become excellent,
or cheers-ing Cup-A-Soup
outside some car place,
or round the back of a takeaway,
but sit, won't you, sit?
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