Why do you play this trick on us each year oh mother nature dear, The vice like grip of winter chill is worse upon the ear, But first it grabs you round the sides thrust your body up, It needs a little more to solve that bovril in a cup, At least we know the spring will come and greet us in a while, and the thought of Christmas can warm you with a smile.
But when you see the ice mosaic pattern on the river , We pray that our poor feet will last and fight you with a shiver. But there’s something great about you winter, freezing though you are, and that’s when the door swings open and you’re greeted by a bar!
I grew up on a council estate bordering the green fields of kent , so it was fishing in streams and glue sniffing skinheads, what a contrast. I,ve taken drugs and had mixed times both very bad and good and have done a huge variety of different jobs which all in all I think make my work interesting. I dont drink or take drugs anymore. Havent for 8 years. Its better but I regret nothing, it all adds to you person.Thanks for reading my work. Its very enjoyable to do and a bit secret !
Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the
Here are stoves uttering trilling cries of joy, their tongues orange, their clothes henna. Here are chumps hissing، lulling, bowing and crying with hot tears; We’ve got a newborn, his hair made of winds and tempests, his hat a cloud,