That's why the warning light comes on
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Once again I have missed you by moments
The sound of one hand slapping
Which reminds me
General Studies, Upper Sixth, a Doddle
White-faced soldiers
Playing leapfrog
But he did for them all with his plan of attack
Driving Back
Re-inventing the telescope
How wind will always find the cracks
Time, Water
Tommy won't eat his broccoli
Or you may wish to read more widely
This examination may be terminal
I am waiting in the shadows at the dark end of a lonely street
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