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I
was sitting, deep in my study
Under
a single desktop light,
Listening
to the patter of rain
As
I wrote, late in the night.
The
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The
toddler sat in the high chair,
And
stared at his tiny hands,
He
wondered, where had they come from,
And
his name, they said, was ..
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Jack
Cornwell was a Boy, First Class
On
the Chester’s forward gun,
There
to relay the settings with
A
pair of headphones on,
..
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I
took a room on the second floor
Of
a building lost in time,
Nobody
knew just when it was built
By
way of its weird design.
It
o..
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‘There
has to be something more than this,’
She
said, with a thoughtful frown,
Standing
over the farmhouse sink
And
the d..
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He
picked up the faded diary
That
had lain in his mother’s chest,
Along
with a host of her recipes
That
she’d saved in he..
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‘We’re
floating up with the Angels,’
Said
the girl in the pale green dress,
She’d
voiced the phrase in German
..
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When
first we moved on into the house
They
said that we wouldn’t last,
The
locals told us nobody had
Of
the many who’d le..
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Whenever
the sun sinks down in the west
And
the stars come out at night,
The
birds return to their cosy nests
And
a stray dog barks i..
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She
could make a cow grow sick and die,
She
could sicken a healthy pig,
She
could poison somebody’s cottage pie
But
she couldn&..
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