My first real pal whom I stayed in touch with even after relocating to London. The photograph of him on his Triumph motorbike in 1961 is the last I have of him before he died of a blood disorder.
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The storm has passed; its fury spent No more for me the punishment Of darkened view; of helpless terror Of knowing my time was ...
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