Thanks for sharing pain

If I can give arms

I shall not complain...

I’m glad I have been in your knickers

And I’m going again pretty soon

Things I would not tell to vicars...

Somewhere in the case – of strain

Of useless cares and unmeant pain

There lies a thought ‘nothing’s forever’...

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That I do love you darling so, 

Oh, know;

That I so ache that I may take...

Well, the weather’s fine, the grey clouds glowing,

The chilly wind has got a cheery tale

The mini-raindrops don’t care where they’re going...

Nothing luminous everything drab, 

The streets are wet without the cheer of rain

The window plants...

Here the powdered snow falls fast

Like drops of doubt onto our faith

It does not settle, cannot last...

I don’t want to disturb you but

Nor do I wish to lie

And say I’m happy watching grey welsh...

Wolverhampton

The same old questions – where to eat?

What shall I do from now till then...

What are the golds of autumn day

But copper coins while I’m away?

The leaves that wreath – all yellow and green...