Mark Sellen Biography

Ever felt like an overwound clock?
No more tick and no more tock,
Just sitting still,
Gathering dust,
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I wanted a bike,
To do a hundred miles per hour,
But I couldn’t afford a bike,
So I went and bought a Jawa.
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In these horrific mud-filled trenches,
Death lurks and death has struck,
Decaying limbs and forgotten bodies,
Lie still and lifeless in the muck.
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Hello Darling,
Life’s long friend,
Am I sane,
Or round the bend?
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The whistle blows and out we go,
To certain death, well, no-one knows?
A final glance along the trench,
Friends eyes meet and then we wrench,
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