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WHEN AT FIRST YOU DON’T SUCCEED I woke up, Lying On foreign
WHEN AT FIRST YOU DON’T SUCCEED I woke up, Lying On foreign soil, Surrounded By alien trees, Thick upon the ground, Muttering In amazement And conc...

LIVING A LIFE All poetry, I must confess Alleviates the
LIVING A LIFE All poetry, I must confess Alleviates the emptiness, Which alienates those made of flesh Inside a world, which may seem fresh For a sho...

MEMORIES Do we ever forget? That which is written On the
MEMORIES Do we ever forget? That which is written On the wall, Is not erased by tears. Only the ravages Of time, Or disease Obliterate That which has...

ONCE UPON A TIME IN ZWAZILAND Once more I sit upon a chair.
ONCE UPON A TIME IN ZWAZILAND Once more I sit upon a chair. There’s too much pain when I’m in bed. I did not sleep but I don’t care. Perhaps I...

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL AFTER THE WAR HAD
PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL AFTER THE WAR HAD ENDED I had woken in the morning And had looked. It was spring I breathed in and smelt th...