Birth
Birth once I was cut freei was freeonce I had made my wayand seen the sceneryi was alwaysgoing to be
Poems July 2001
The Bed is Awful Cold
The Bed is Awful Cold the bed is awful coldwithout youyour cup of tea is coldand the last meal is
Birth once I was cut freei was freeonce I had made my wayand seen the sceneryi was alwaysgoing to be
The Bed is Awful Cold the bed is awful coldwithout youyour cup of tea is coldand the last meal is
