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On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I've fallen in love On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think: This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink. But the juke-box inside me is playing a song That says something different. And when was it wrong? On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.the head does its best but the heart is the boss- I admit it before I am halfway across.Wendy Cope
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Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.Wendy Cope
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The day he moved out was terrible — That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn’t a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.Wendy Cope
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Bloody men are like bloody buses –You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators, Offering you a ride. You’re trying to read the destinations, You haven’t much time to decide. If you make a mistake, there is no turning back. Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by And the minutes, the hours, the days.Wendy Cope