The Professionals Circuit Archive - Ode to the Pocket Ode to the Pocket by James Walkswithwind It does not matter how I toil, he speaks and thus my heart despoiled. All other loves cast off like moil, with just a glance my struggle foil. Reaching out I can't recoil. Though my life be in turmoil, his grip on me I won't uncoil. If his passion doth me roil I ask myself who did embroil this love affair with Raymond Doyle and know our love shall never spoil. Archive Home