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The cottage stood at the outer edge Of the village of Helsomewhere, It held a slate on the garden gate That scribbled a ‘Don&rs..

‘You’ve come to the end, it’s sad, my friend But there’s nothing more we can do, Your kidneys have malfunctioned,..

‘The world has left me behind,’ he said, ‘I live my life in the past, None of the things that I came to love Survive..

The thunder was rumbling overhead As we walked toward the church, I whispered, ‘What are you doing, girl, Are you leaving me in..

My brother was twelve years older so I knew him not so well, But heard of him in the taverns, Getting drunk, and raising hell, My ..

The cards had been falling badly for The man that they knew as Jack, He’d entered through the scullery door In a faded, stained..

The farm at Little Rottingdeane Lay fallow for a year, Since Cromwell’s Ironsides had spent The winter, quartered there, The..

He put a flint to the lantern once They’d walked across the crest, Were lost in a group of headstones that Lay hidden from the ..

The Starship Galaxy III came in To land in a farmer’s field, There wasn’t much of a barley crop For the seed had failed t..