"Tut, the Sklent Age!
where fire of faith?
the cursed, do ache!
no need more hate…"

It wasn’t long ago when I ….

More Lyrics.

I want all or nothing from you.

She was well and truly under your spell.

A poem on love.

Oh dear Mary has got her stepladder out to make her tomato soup!
By poetry of giggles.

A poem about the Gypsy.

Karma will always get you back.

Life is beautiful when we are together.