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The dog sleeps on Beside the stove, The wind roars wildly down the flue, As I pick up my violin And try to keep the tuning true Of notes I l...

One of the greatest sins is generalisation, The slippery slope means things get out of hand, Our greatest achievement is globalisation, We n...

  First morning sunlight, always that light, The first, both of this day and of each day before, Though pouring now through 8 foot sashes, P...

 Someone on X had written geezers of slime instead of geysers. Even such is slime, it forms a crust About our youth, our joys, our all we ha...

You can’t tell me what I may eat. Don’t attempt to lay down the law. It’s my culture to dine on human meat. What is freedom for, If not to a...

Music At Night, Radio 4, May 1st 1968 (A harpsichord recital by my father, Alan Cuckston) From a cupboard full of memories I did not share, ...

  I cannot pause to think at all Lest I should weep and break the spell And so I stretch to paint the wall  And stoop to dip my brush again ...