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She sat at the edge of the second floor, ‘I’m going to jump!’ she cried, He stood well back from the balcony, &lsquo..

I went to stay with an old schoolmate In the village of Rushing Brooke, I thought there wouldn’t be much to do So I took a favo..

‘If only we could go back,’ he said, ‘To dot all the ‘i’s and ‘j’s, I’d certainly have a ..

The Church Belfry at Catherine Cross Was known for its ancient bells, They’d peal on out before Sunday Mass And wake the monks ..

My uncle lived in a big old house At the end of Mayfair Drive, With thirteen rooms and a library, Whilst he was still alive. But ..

He stood at the back, and looked around The church, not even full, There wasn’t a face he recognised From his far off days at s..

The Whispering Wall of Shah La Mere Had drawn him over the hills, They said that it only whispered truth That the listening ear disti..

We were friends of a sort, when we were young When we grew, I thought he was weak, Jumping at shadows in shady lanes, At jokes that w..

An Isle rose up from the ocean swell On the seventeenth of June, It was totally unexpected by The M.V. Cameroon, She’d sail..

Driving blind through a flurry of mist On a road beyond the glare, I’d left the hurrying city behind For the peace of who knows..