Note: The Smoke is another name for London.
How I miss the Smoke...

Lack of false pride
is truly such a...

I knew the very moment I met you;
That I would fall deeply, hopelessly and madly in...

The wee hours before the dawn
Small birds join in a chorus of song...

The night casts shadows
The wind blows so cool...

They dance around the cauldron with such delight.
The fire burns with an unearthly glow...

He siphons words with so much thought.
His words are ammunition that can't be bought...

There was a time when music was everywhere.
The scent of your sweet perfume filled the air...

Things Are Never As They Seem:
When things get tough,and just as...

This Earth
Our only home...

Three score and ten:
The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours...

Tick, to-ck, tick, to-ck...
The sound of my heart is beating like a clock...