Mud bricks,quick beating sticks.In well known boats on foreign lands search the candles glow, coming on home now,moons lighting stones I know.Its a Ford mustang car wreckers world,six caesar horses and a supermarket chariot.Special offer Pax, a tribute to Mars.To our boys ,who sat at the back and fought at the front.The wheels i am driving fast upon are all buckled.Living in the city buying books on wild flowers. A box full of broken fish and things. A lady skinhead with un-shaven legs,Alfalfa seeds and free range eggs.Hope your happy,at the docks,with your hammer.Where do you put your cigarette out here. Are you dancing.She knew all about gardening I knew a little about Basils Pot. In order to keep your eggs fresh,you must cast them aside.Always change the farm,Never change the hay.