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The road was a-twist and turning
As I crested the mountainside,
The sun in my eyes was burning
Then it set on the hills, and died,
The night had s..
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Lock the shutters and pull the blinds
And set up the alarm,
Chain the dogs up safe, and lock
The chickens in the barn,
The sun has sunk beneath th..
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The mansion known as Arbour Low
Came to me in a will,
From someone called Great Uncle George,
I’d never met him, still,
I’d heard he w..
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I saw the little cottage asI walked upon the bluff,A tiny little cottage butI thought, ‘It’s big enough.’There was only me to cater ..
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The house had heavy gables thatHad once been painted black,Though now weathered and distemperedIn assaulting time’s attack,But it had a certain ..
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I have always been unstableSince that day in fifty-threeWhen a bolt of lightning lit meIn that poor old acorn tree,When the tree split down the middle..
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One verse of the following written every ten years of my life, from 21 to 71. The last verse written two years ago. I doubt if I'll be around to write..
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Words flutter by us,Caught in their moments,Words sent to try us,‘Loss’ and ‘Elopements’,Some may inspire us,Others may burn,O..
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The wreck sat out by the lighthouse whereIt lay, smashed up on the rocks,A miracle it had survived at allWhere felons sat in the stocks.The bow was su..
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I’d got to the final editingOf my manuscript, last night,When one of the characters in the gloomPopped up, he wanted a fight.‘That isn&rsq..
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