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It’s hot, very hot Though the bustle is dying And the day is subsiding The bus waits in a siding. There are twelve, maybe thirty, They&rs..

Why didn’t I see you then? As I see you now I should have been looking But I didn’t know how To see you with the future’s eyes..

Time cannot be measured in units You can travel for miles but it’s out of reach Though you may have a schedule, the truth is You’ll n..

Cinquain

I drove through there once I don’t remember why But I remember the sunshine, A café, a pub I remember a river, There were strawber..

What's the point in living When I'm dying everyday? How much is life worth giving If it's going to die away? Every time I cry inside Another ..

There’s not much hard payment for the giving of words Unless it’s what the public wants And what they get they’re forced to ..

A tribute-cum-assault to the film.

So far back so far as I can see Life was always yesterday to me Everything must end and so is sorrow What you cannot bring back is tomorrow It..

I’ve gone and made a mistake again Now why should I do that? It tells me something I already know: Curiosity killed the cat Try chasing ..