Maplehurst is where we’ve been
and things that we did there
of all the planets of the earth
got in our underwear
and battles fought we on the lawn
so take them both with peace
and you will have to be the one
when I am quite deceased
Maplehurst, oh Maplehurst
I’d die upon your flower
in seasons of humanity
displays of choking power
the brandy wine we made for you
a ship for every sailor
I saw a stranger cut in line
out back behind the trailer
the boots of mighty Maplehurst
will ever be not proud
not to the next of kin it goes
not from the whispers loud
13 August 2006
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