Jak Black

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'There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance- - that principle is contempt prior to investigation. - Herbert Spencer

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The Dreamer.

Enveloped in his cotton wraps
He rests his weary pate.
The day is used, the night is young,
Time, now, to meditate.

A Rural Scene.

I'm sitting alone on my throne of cold stone,
High up on the mountain top.
I'm sitting alone with memories to hone,
Where the sandstone dares to outcrop.


A lady I thought was a friend,
Rubbished the words that I penned.
She thought such a slur
Would be of profit to her.

Gypsy Rose

Where do you go to Gypsy Rose,
When you retire to your bed?
Where do you go to Gypsy Rose,
What dreams play inside your head?


She was such a pretty child,
And so much loved her dad.
Her mum had died two years ago,
Each was all the other had.

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