'Too Many Poets'

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now lowering the standards
to fit the view
when they hit the ground
you'll know what to do

once the road went on for miles
but always seemed to end
by the mark in the fields
where I saw my friend

waste fills my sinuses
every time I think of you
when it hits the ground
you'll know what to do

once the road took us home
when home was harbour dear
now we're lowering the standards
to merely what is near

when it hits the ground ...
you'll know what to do ...
when it hits the ground ...
you'll know what to do

Procol Harum concerts in 2001: index page

Manchester: Palers' Convention

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