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

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

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

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

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

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

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