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A young man from Blighty

There was a young man from Blighty
Who wore a transparent nightie
The vicar said, 'Son,
It's really not done,
It's not wrong - but it's also not rightie.

Also

Manic Depression

The pain is too much
A thousand grim winters
Grow in my head
In my ears
the sound of
the coming dead
All seasons all same
All living
All pain
No opiate to lock still my senses
Only left, the body locked tenser.



Bless you Spike Milligan