Never look behind you, you may see your past
Never look before you, dreams don't always last...

Fierce is the battle fought for hate
Soft is the comfort felt too late...

I like to write, I hate to learn
Deep down inside I have this yearn...

Severn o five and all's not well
I'm sitting here and bored as hell...

Who knows, who cares
What shows when bared...

Sunday teas on sunny lawns
with crinolines and curls...

How may flowers must there be in fields as rich as...
and many trees both weak and strong are christened...