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I Many Times Thought

I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
When far at sea they stay.

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
That many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

- Emily Dickinson

I am the only being whose doom
　 No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
　　I never caused a thought of gloom
　　A smile of joy since I was born
　　
　　In secret pleasure - secret tears
　　This changeful life has slipped away
　　As friendless after eighteen years
　　As lone as on my natal day
　　
　　There ...

It rains here, mate!
Nigh on 500 days a year
Swear its true.

The sky is leaden grey
But beautiful in a strange
Mancunnian way.
Gay!

Blue? Here?
In the sky?
Tell a lie!
Dems’ Magic buses

You don't get no Blues in Manchester
except the fans of course
cheap drinks, cheap food, cheap shops
what mores you want?

22/5/2009