A Paper Coat To Protect Against The Cold Comments

Charles: I thought you might enjoy this: Elegy for a Homeless Man Who Died on the Park Bench New Year's Eve. What light redemption kissed your lips, winter dusting that paper shroud, white? Oh, brother, my brother, your departure bowed in flightless resolution before the crowd; Right there, our laughter, silenced; Red flashes; See how red brightens the darkness? Red, turning, just now, the corner of midnight. Sandra....................did I mention that I love your work?

i would like to see you write a play. cast the actors and put it on stage. it would be a hoot.

I've met guys like this but they're booze was'nt vodka.It was a mix of aftershave Dettol and Toilet Duck.Beats White Lightning and can be mixed to taste in Edinburgh Grass Market Saturday nights.Drives ya clean round the bend Charlie. Respect, Sid John.

booze i just want to be a boozer So i am I often wonder why, when i drink i cry Because, i still need it I often wonder why I drank the saloons dry Because, i still need it Because i still love it very good poem mister wax, right up there with the booziest best Warm regards AJS

Your so good at this stuff, had to laugh, Charlie.