Cliciwch y ddolen i ddarllen rhai o gerddi Gary Raymond - my mate. He he he...

So here we are again, sad to say,
Sad to be told, with cackling gulls
Eeking at the morning tide
You sit naked at the foot of the bed
Dragging long and slow at a paper roll
Half closed dark eyes pinch at hours
Half open mouth creased and wordless
Every trail of smoke
Every moment we ever fought to lose