Back before my memory
Could be recalled
Apparently or so I believe
I was on a train moving
From a windy Glasgow
To a humid London
In a cradle
On a cramped British Rail seat
Sucking on a teat
As the steely sombre pylons
Out of vision
Whipped by the train carriage windows
And mum
Before replacing the cap
Put some whisky
On the teat
To make me sleep better
Maybe that is why
I can’t remember
But I know I certainly
Wouldn’t know
If It wasn’t for the wagging tongues
And word of mouth.
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A Different Country 
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