Stephen's Poem

Stephen's Poem


	Stephen is at a desk, reciting.


Stephen		"Crate, a normil nighman
		Hane a freethy stipe
		You veen where musse is Simon
		Critch botty trees a wipe."

		I first wrote the poem from which that verse was
		an extract when my dear wife Enemy died. I wrote
		it again in 1978 after hearing of the death of rock
		music. I'd like with your kind indulgence to write
		it once more. Thank you.

	Stephen sits and writes.
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