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Out on the marsh on a lonely night The wind soughs through his rags, The hat that’s pinned to his painted face, Flutters and so..

They’d crashed the party at midnight Surely, a motley looking crew, All of them dressed in the weirdest best That the Monster S..

The Lady Mary took to her bed On the last of the mad March days, She’d strained her constitution, she said At that upstart, Sha..

It was damp and cold at the office Where he’d been caught up, working late, He’d almost finished a gothic For the collec..

Paulette had phoned in a frenzy, she Was having a crying fit, I said, ‘I can’t understand you girl, Slow down, slow down ..

It comes to us all, we ask ourselves Is love the source of bliss? If true, then why did I love her so And yet feel so amiss? Could..

‘I’m tired, so tired,’ said Jonathon Black, ‘I can hardly stay awake,’ His wife just stared at the back of ..

I haven’t the pocket to buy antiques But often I like to go, To sit at the antique auctions, See who’s there, who’s..

We’d all been out to the Carnival, Had chilled and thrilled and cried, And Patsy laughed that she’d wet her pants On the ..

I’d only been home for a week or two And Jeanine was acting queer, Each time she’d pass the mirror she’d stare And ..