In the distance I find a man standing under the grass on the other side

Fresh? I ask

Yours looks fresh. He said

With the dirt and clovers hidden under the leaves Dead leaves and the dying breath of summer till next years time

ITS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE

Shall we go for a pint? Discuss which side is greener. I spoke up

We shall, tonight for some pot pie and pints. We’ll talk of times and times running out

He answered (lighting a cigarette)

Minds found at a cross roads

Filled with questions and answers for the questions of others, Diaries of the chain gang, working the rails and blundering about freedom and where to go to get away

Blues carried the blues to heaven

As they wade in the water, children Wade in the water

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