“Long Khan Province, 10 July 1969
The contact report, it stated..."
I remember Ray Kermode at Woodside.
He was sitting on the bed next to mine,
Sewing buttons on his shirt and wincing
At my ***** ***** song.
It was not so much the singing (which was loud)
But the stupid, foul, profanity which he hated.
Nowadays, I think I've changed but Ray hasn't;
Ray can't, he's dead.
And you will never, ever put to right that wrong,
But needs must carry it forever
With you in your head.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
“Long Khan Province, 10 July 1969
The contact report, it stated..."
I remember Ray Kermode at Woodside.
He was sitting on the bed next to mine,
Sewing buttons on his shirt and wincing
At my ***** ***** song.
It was not so much the singing (which was loud)
But the stupid, foul, profanity which he hated.
Nowadays, I think I've changed but Ray hasn't;
Ray can't, he's dead.
And you will never, ever put to right that wrong,
But needs must carry it forever
With you in your head.
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