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Garth
lay still in the gilded cage
Unable
to move a thing,
The
bars were merely spiders’ webs
Of
a faery’s magicking.
..
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It
was after the funeral service
In
the church at Calder Rise,
Hoping
to catch a final glimpse
Of
you, where your coffin lies,
I..
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There’s
a glow in the sky this morning,
A
pink, red-tinted glow,
But
what will I do with the day to come,
I
really wouldn&rsquo..
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The
Inn he kept at the crossroads shone
A
lantern, out on the street,
The
only sign it was still alive
To
the few its doors would gre..
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We’d
bought a cottage, but sight unseen
At
the edge of a thickety wood,
We’d
had enough of the city scene
And
thought it ..
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The
hills were awash with winter rain
As
I walked on down to the cross,
My
coat was drenched and my feet were wet
As
I thought of my ..
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I’d
see strange lights in the garden shed
When
I’d wake in the early hours,
Hanging
out of the bedroom window,
Blowing
s..
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I’d
driven a bus for thirty years
At
least, for more than a spell,
But
now I was getting on a bit
And
I wasn’t feeling we..
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‘She
was always a bit of an actress,
I
remember how she was,
Back
in the days of the village plays
When
she changed her name to..
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She’d
walk on out to the balcony
Each
day that it didn’t hail,
Braving
the bitterly cutting winds
In
the search for a dis..
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