Bloody men are like bloody buses You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them

Some men never think of it. You did. You\'d come along And say you\'d nearly brought me flowers But something had gone wrong. The shop was

the room contains no sound except the ticking of the clock which has begun to panic like an insect, trapped in an enormous box. Books lie open

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On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not

I am a poet. I am very fond of bananas. I am bananas. I am very fond of a poet. I am a poet of bananas. I am very fond. A fond poet of