Art
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad
It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
The sails were full and a fair win… Blows, and the English Dutch flee… Mast show. As to fast away Plymouth to the w… Cliffs of Dover, the HMS ship th…