(fragment)
Some live like hermits,
others like hoboes.
I’ll switch from this to that
till I find out which I am.
I’m looking after her little empty house
while she’s away planting trees.
I don’t know why it can’t look after itself,
but there’s a space here.
There’s no way I’m staying for the week.
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