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I Have A Theory That If You've Got The Kind Of Parents Who Want To Send You To Boarding School, You're Probably Better Off At Boarding School.

The Interesting Thing Is That You Don't Often Meet A Poet Who Doesn't Have A Sense Of Humour, And Some Of Them Do Keep It Out Of Their Poems Because They're Afraid Of Being Seen As Light Versifiers.

I Was Single For A Long Time And Felt Very Much Alone In The World, And Talk Of Family Values Upset Me Very Much At That Phase In My Life, Because I Used To Think: 'what About People Like Me?

On Waterloo Bridge Where We Said Our Goodbyes, The Weather Conditions Bring Tears To My Eyes. I Wipe Them Away With A Black Woolly Glove And Try Not To Notice I've Fallen In Love On Waterloo Bridge I Am Trying To Think: This Is Nothing. You're High On The Charm And The Drink. But The Juke-box Inside Me Is Playing A Song That Says Something Different. And When Was It Wrong? On Waterloo Bridge With The Wind In My Hair I Am Tempted To Skip. You're A Fool. I Don't Care. The Head Does Its Best But The Heart Is The Boss- I Admit It Before I Am Halfway Across

Bloody Christmas, Here Again, Let Us Raise A Loving Cup, Peace On Earth, Goodwill To Men, And Make Them Do The Washing Up.