Poems by Roger Stevens
I write a lot of poems like that!
As pages turn beneath wayward fingersAnd light falls in remote corners,We can hear the ceasless' silent, shuffle ?????
Of leaves turning
Hoping to learn a new and useful skill, I once borrowed a big book from the British Library titled"How to Hum"Actually, I was hoping it had an appendix "How to Hum and Whistle at the Same Time" I had a schoolfriend called Herbert who could do that. He could also pound this right buttock with his clenched fist to make himself f**t. God knows how he worked that one.Bloody letdown! The book was volume 19 of a huge Encyclopedia.
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