245 In my parents' room
246 As a gunshot scatters birds and leaves
247 For the bad nights when you are away
248 Tomorrow we march!
249 No matter, the dogs still love me
250 It's a ragged copse, still aching after war
251 On the other hand, a ring
252 I am poisoned
253 Fog, stinking of death
254 Dai lives by the reservoir, keeps mountain goats
255 I could go to Southern Ireland, find my tribe
256 Half a dozen nuns on bikes, like penguins in The Great Escape
257 Cover her in white linen
258 Message without its bottle
259 BYTE
260 Early that day, four armoured troop-carriers, a tank
261 Hold me, and when the shaking stops, kiss me
262 Claustrophobia
263 I am not impressed by the garden
264 All I did was walk to the corner shop for cigarettes
265 Missiles against a rag-assed tent
266 It must be time now, surely?
267 This feels like maybe the luck has run out
268 Pilgrimage to Alpha Centauri
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