Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
I’m Dreaming Of An Indian Summer
It was a very dry spring
And previously a very wet summer
Now, what will it deliver?
After a record breaking, warm winter.
“Yes, I’m talking about the weather”.
I’m dreaming of an Indian summer
Its three yrs.’ since I lit a barbeque fire
And the coals I bought …
Will surely, watch me expire!
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