dickcavett

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that Im losing her forever And without really ent...

He had what you might call a trivial occupation He cleaned the platforms of the local railway station With no romance in his life Sometimes he wished he had a wife He read the matrimonial advertising pages The cries for help from different people, di...