Aug 12th – On me your voice falls as they say love should, like an enormous yes.

I've had a preview of his (he's in the revision stage now) and I was disheartened to see that he has latched on to the same awful trope of the bad poem as me - the pun. He has based his rhyme around craic and crack. I must say, it's promisingly bad.

16 May – Sad, deserted shore, all your fickle friends are leaving.

Even if you went to Manty’s on your own you were subject to that same endless nothingness, while you just smiled at each other. She came from a different time when everyone was old fashioned no matter how old they were.