(By Tracey Bryn & Martin Brett). . He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry. He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine. She arises tried - she is feeding on the famine of the.
(By Tracey Bryn & David Motion). (in loving memory of Marlon, 1958 - 1993). . There is somewhere in the sun where we can run all day. And when it's warm and we are tried in cool shade we will lay.