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is it wrongto want to live in the middle of nowhere to want to livein a somewhere a somewhere surroundedby snowy mountains, hoar frosts and a sunthat surprises the chill from my creaksbabbles with laughterchinks against my glass my glass more than half full of fizzpow, zap, wow i’m in love with country pubs they dot the landscape hereeven doing cameos in poems like sparrows that mark year upon yearour everywhere there are no country pubs in cities is it wrong to favour beauty and stillnessover the enticement of convenience is it wrong to not want everythingand to be afraid that if I leave i’ll never get backto nowhere