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Down at the end of Charters Street In a dim-lit part of town, There stands the old Alhambra and They’re going to pull it down. ..

He was leaning against the wall, backed up And staring through fumes of gin and whiskey, Glaring at all the toffs, dressed up And rav..

She started wearing the corpse paint when She’d just turned seventeen, Renamed herself Pandora, though Her real name was Jean, ..

They say that I came up screaming when I surfaced, near the boat, Distraught, they said, eyes gleaming Thrashing around, could barely..

The store had been closed for a month or more, The Receivers opened the door, To auction off all the fittings there, Whatever stood o..

They call it the Tall-Ship Pier, because It hasn’t been used since then, Its timbers rotted and barnacled, And black since I do..

There wasn’t a lot of love to lose Between Joe Brown and Brent, Their farms lay either side of a creek That now lay dry, and sp..

He knew what he wanted to say to her, He knew what he wanted to do, He’d step right up to her open door And he’d quickly ..

‘Cata, pick up the children, then We’ll all away to the woods, They say there’s a mighty army come To steal our hom..

I was doing research in Hubei Where they executed Yu, That deity soldier glorified By Buddhists, Taoists too, I sat perusing manu..