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This is the film
I see in my head
I wanted a screenplay
But now it's lyrics instead
There's a girl, more a woman
Maybe thirty years old
Maybe twenty or forty
It's a flexible role
She's all on the move
And she won't settle down
She uses her feet
Not machines to get round
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Just like Forrest Gump
When he walks all those miles
She touches the ground
As she travels these isles
We're not sure quite why
She has left what was home
All that we know
She's a right roaming stone
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She carries so little
Just one change of clothes
A torch and a toothbrush
No damned mobile phone
The film has no car chase
No gritty rape scene
No evil wrongdoers
No place for the mean
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Here for a change
We see folk kind and good
Who'll help a lost soul
Give her shelter and food
She makes many friends
But she won't settle down
She likes empty country
Not keen on the town
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She never stops wandering
She finds settled strange
Can't do that thing 'normal'
Can't do 'act your age'
She sometimes go singing
And likes poems too
To live without boxes
Not so easy to do
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© Rachel Fox 2005
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