It was Mabbie without the grammar school gates.And Mabbie was all of seven.And Mabbie was cut from a chocolate bar. And Mabbie thought life was heaven.

What mannerisms I present, employ, Are camouflage, and what my mouths remarkTo word-wall off that broadness of the dark Is pitiful, I am not brave at all.

To say yes is to die A lot or a little.

Everybody here is infirm. Everybody here is infirm.