The lyric repeats on me, in the Ghazal there is mystery and the lyric repeats on me and repeats on me and more mystery, in the South a Mafeking calamity making more history and still there’s the mystery of the Ghazal…
John Smallshaw. Stating the obvious since 1956.
The lyric repeats on me, in the Ghazal there is mystery and the lyric repeats on me and repeats on me and more mystery, in the South a Mafeking calamity making more history and still there’s the mystery of the Ghazal…
I look under I for immortality on a trip to the local lending library, but find a Ghazal under G two shelves in front of me I can see this is going to be fun On the isle of an aisle I pick up a book clearly marked as Essex which to my eyes signifies…