‘Cold do you have any reason
For smitting me' she cries.
The cold tears through the London night
...
I was once a strong woman
Able and fair. To the farm I would go
And produced my upkeep.
...
Come sweet beauty, come; sun's pride, may your beauty
Never tire me, like fresh wine to wineskin.
Pour to overfill your sweet drills over me.
Let the thrill of your aloes rinse me like seas.
...
A child is born where the monkey wildly swings
And reveals the sweet earthiness of beauty.
Atop the strings with human breath, he flings
In a land strange and far, yet near and dear.
...
I would rather the company of darkness
Than be with you because, it doesn't talk.
At least it is honest, it bares its pangs.
You pretend hard to be what you are not
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One London Night
‘Cold do you have any reason
For smitting me' she cries.
The cold tears through the London night
In the North West and grabs her body
She sits quietly in darkness with
A painful guest in the shade of night
How she cries and enwraps in a blanket
She reaches for her willing company, the phone
But it has no voice. There in the dark
On the coach she couches