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Untitled
I was born In my Death bed
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I
Without am nothing
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Close My Eyes
I am exhausted By what I see So I close My eyes
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This One is Ours
There will be many beautiful times But this one is ours Only ours Only ours I can see peacocks and snowdrops From the battlements of my castle My enemies are far away but so very near
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Stan & Jane go to a Football Match
Home at last Did you enjoy yourself Jane Very much I do like women’s football It is softer than men’s football There is no violence in the crowd and all those dreadful songs What dreadful songs You know the ones When I went to the West Ham Chelsea match with you last season They called […]
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T.R.O.M.B.O.N.E.S A.N.D T.H.E C.O.D W.A.R.S
I was in The Swing Cafe when I met a gorgeous sailor Who lured me on to his Icelandic fishing boat And when there showed me his large trombone I was unimpressed and asked him to wear a cotton frock After he had slowly changed if front of me I threw him into the freezing […]
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Jane & International Women’s Day
Hi Stan I am home Sorry I am home Stan all safe and sound The tubes were shit but what can you expect There is some tea in pot Would you pour me a cup of tea I thought slavery had been abolished PAUSE OF FIFTEEN MINUTES You smell nice have you had a bath […]
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The Rugby Match
One of my pastimes is reading the histories of memorable schools At present I am reading about a grammar school here in Kent The history of this ancient school was published in 1962 And contains many photographs to illustrate the chapters Recent Headmasters and famous pupils are remembered As well as the timeline of the […]
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Loading the Dishwasher
Darling Jane Thank you for your mail It amused me greatly As today has been a sad day Because I found out that the union official Who was causing the unrest up norf Was not actually run over by the steamroller But his dog was squashed instead Which is sad in its own way As […]
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Wiktoria Kes
Wiktoria Kes is a German poet Who was much celebrated In the country of her birth And then she disappeared From public view And remained unpublished For over ten years Wiktoria had not stopped writing But chose to live on a rural commune As she had become sick of the world And wanted to feel […]