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There are some who consider suicide, You can see it in their eyes, They forget the hurt of their loved ones When they fail to say goo..

It looked all right through the windows of Our cosy sitting room, The day was light and the sun was bright But the house was like a t..

It was just on the stroke of midnight, I was going to go to bed, But I had to pass by Charlie’s room So I hung back there, in..

The ground had rumbled for quite some time It was only a minor quake, The people grumbled, it came and went But it kept them all awak..

I was sent to work at the old Repat. It was forty years since the war, Those ancient diggers would sit and swear At the pain of the l..

She wore a net that covered her hair, A shawl in a peasant green, A ragged dress that covered her breast But with nothing in-between,..

The house that I rented was falling down, I picked up the place for a song, There weren’t many rooms that were liveable, The pl..

I well remember the Hermit who Lived up in the public park, He never ventured out of his cave Til the sky and the fields were dark. He was, &lsquo..

I once had a special friend at school, His name was Daniel Hare, He would dream through maths and geometry For his mind was never the..

I set out on a filthy evening Jogged the stream and under the bridge, Headed into the pouring rain And over St. Alban’s Ridge, ..