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There wasn’t much left of the woods out there By the time that they built the town, Only a dozen square miles or so For the res..

My first wife went with a guy called Bob, The carpet cleaning guy, The second left with a man called Rob, She said I was far too shy,..

They’d gone to live in an old stone house On the further side of a hill, ‘You’ll come to enjoy the countryside.’ ..

He came on home to an empty house In the early morning chill, The one he’d left when his blood was up And he’d bent her t..

Giselle went down to the Supermart For milk, and a loaf of bread, ‘Don’t be too long,’ said her husband, Tom, &lsquo..

There’s a scurrying sound of something, burrowing, Down in the depths of the dungeons, hurrying, Skittering, pittering-pattering, s..

She wandered down to the rocky beach On the first Monday in June, She wore a shawl, and carried a wreath And sat for the afternoon, ..

The Little Withering Rep. had met To rehearse their pantomime, They’d left it a little late for Christmas, Could it be done in ..

The house had an evil aspect as It hung out over the street, Casting a permanent shadow there Where the market stalls would meet, ..

I was part of the crew of a Sloop-of-War That had sailed in the Caribbean, We were caught asleep in the port one night By the crew of..