Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and
In The Midnight Hour
When we meet
in the midnight hour
I will bring you night flowers
Any Prince To Any Princess
August is coming
and the goose, I'm afraid,
is getting fat.
The New `our Times' (For Mix Fénéon)
At 3 p.m. yesterday, a Mr Adolphus Edwards, a Jamaican immigrant, was pecked to death by a large Bronze Eagle in Upper Parliament St. A U.S. State Dept. spokesman said later, `We have no comment to make as of this time.'
Adrian Henri's Last Will And Testament
`No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a Fryingpan owns death.'