A Fit Of Madness - Poem by Stanley Collymore
Childhood, adolescence and the thrilling
years of early adulthood were all quite
excellent to me; then most baffling
and somewhat bizarrely really, I
just went and literally screwed
all that up by optimistically
getting involved in, of all
things, the hazardous
state of matrimony.
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19 July 2001.
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