Lingering sense of doom prevails, yet makes for good music and poetry

Clothes are full of food stains, elbow grease blasts them into the abyss

Boiling ot today, trees been good posers

When can people get away, to far flung places like the Arctic

They will have to go diving in freezers and eat ricicles to think of space

Space is deep, as deep as the mind.  The mind of Stephen Hawking anyway

Mind of Rafferty is small but great, I wonder if Brian Cox reads the Viz

He is featured regularly, and Elton John always fails at his swindles

Glyncornel forest got lovely carpet of pine needles