The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

I Shouldn't Think Even Millionaires Could Eat Anything Nicer Than New Bread And Real Butter And Honey For Tea.

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.