Selfepitaph
My good friend the great poet Adrian Mitchell died just before Christmas
He wrote with more joy that any other contemporary poet I can think of
He wrote this poem
I Was Lucky
That's all. It was good.
Love was a planet
full of amazing creatures.
This Death is only a dark little town,
in a country, in a continent,
on a planet full of amazing creatures,
a planet called love.
My good friend the great poet Adrian Mitchell died just before Christmas
He wrote with more joy that any other contemporary poet I can think of
He wrote this poem
I Was Lucky
That's all. It was good.
Love was a planet
full of amazing creatures.
This Death is only a dark little town,
in a country, in a continent,
on a planet full of amazing creatures,
a planet called love.
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