How It Was
A batch of the poems in Harry’s book noted below cover the period he lived in Ireland more than forty years ago. Here’s another gem from that time:
+clickHarry remarks now:
All of the books were returned to me a couple of months later, I had written a letter to the board; “Dear Sirs, I have read all those books you in yr infinite wisdom have confiscated and their content has become a part of my neurological well-being, are you gonna censure my brainwaves , my dreams?”
