Turn back, live again, he asked of me
Do not wander in the darkness anymore
One false move might give death victory

We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of me

While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One more step will give hate victory

The kindness of the golden light was clear
And left sweet feelings in my heart’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he then soothed me

Do not wonder now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What our suffering self has found so dear

I had never seen the Light before
Only Christ the Tyger with his roar
Come back, live through pain, he asked of me
That first step will give love victory

L

Grey, damp, dark, a winter day describe,

Though sunshine comes with white and wintry frost.

While on my paper curving shapes inscribe

The alphabet I learned at childhood’s cost

Humankind can’t bear too much of night

Hallucinations,dreams, symbols confused.

We like the sunny sky where birds take flight.

In warmth soft air, our tension are defused.

Accepting night is one of our sad tasks

Light and dark needs balance in this world

In the light of sun. our sorrow’s masked

We feel false ecstasy as colors swirl.

God created light and darkness first

Their divided unity is blessed

Annie the nubile,sexy and colour fancying neighbour has persuaded Mary that as Stan has run away shem should find someone else.Mary is doubtful
First of all,Annie cried,you need some new shoes.No man will be charmed by those chunky comfy flatties.Nor do your socks show sophistication
She herself wore a pink tweed suit and some high heeled boots in purple patent leather.
Well,Mary,answered,I thought I should be myself because a man might be annoyed being tricked like that.I believe in honesty.
That’s their problem said Annie rudely.
Well.where do I get the sort of socks a man would like,if indeed all men are the same in that way?I’d stick with silky black ones,said Annie kindly.Then some smart black pumps.
But if I look at Soul-mates online the men will not know what shoes I have got on.
That’s true,said Annie.At least until you meet one.
Anyway if it is called Soul-mates,why does my body matte
Don’t be so literal,dear.You know it’s just a way of indicating they want a lover.
Well.in that case it’s my lingerie that matters.
See here,said Annie bossily.With those shoes and socks nobody will want to see your lingerie.
Just as well said Mary.I don’t have any.
Are you telling me you have no underwear on,n,Mary whispered Annie cried franticaly
I am wearing some woollen vests and underpants I got for Stan,Mary said shyly
People might think you are a transvestite,pardon the pun re vesI have heard of transcendence but not transgender,Mary admitted ruefully.I
did used to have a purple bra, she continued nervously.Anyway, what about my job?
Don’t put anything about maths on the form.They hate clever women.
Surely they are not all the same,Mary answered.
Mary Archer is very clever.And Jeffrey is very rich.
You can’t generalise from one example ,Annie informed her academically

How about my love of Wittgenstein,shall I allude to that?
If you wear men’s woollen underwear and love a dead gay philosopher it will cut down the pool of men available,one might guess,Annie shouted.
to you
I don’t think I’ll bother,Mary whispered.I’d rather have a cup of tea.Or maybe I’ll enter a convent and never come out again
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So Annie put the kettle on and they did the Times Crossword from November 12 th 1956.Eventually they will crack it.Or die trying.