Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

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Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

My Advice To All Young People Who Wish To Become Poets Is: Do Something Easy, Like Learning How To Blow Up The World - Unless You're Not Only Willing, But Glad, To Feel And Work And Fight Till You Die.

A Politician Is An Arse Upon Which Everyone Has Sat Except A Man.