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Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most Of Us.

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

So Many Things I Had Thought Forgotten Return To My Mind With Stranger Pain: Like Letters That Arrive Addressed To Someone Who Left The House So Many Years Ago.

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.