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He was
standing out on the balcony
While the
party raged inside,
I’d had
enough of the trivial talk,
Boosting each
other’..
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The
books that I’ve collected over
More
than fifty years,
Are
neatly shelved and catalogued,
Dog-eared,
and some in verse,
I..
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‘I’ll
see you up at the lake,’ I said,
As
she backed on out of the drive,
And
that was when, if I’d only known
..
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‘I’ll
take you back to a former time
To
the year of ’53,
When
I was just a travelling man
On
the coast, down by th..
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There
once was a time I would wander the bush
And
camp in the woods every night,
Watching
the birds and the wildlife there
Was
the th..
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The
Italian village, Viternium
Sits
down in a bee-loud glade,
It
once was a stop on the way to Rome
Where
the men of the Legions play..
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She’d
slammed the door as he’d turned to say:
‘I
know where I don’t belong!’
Then
swallowed hard as he head..
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I
ripped the sheet from the writing pad
And
screwed it up with a curse,
Nothing
is worse! I’m fighting mad
When
I can’t f..
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‘Of
course there isn’t a God out there,
We’re
here, for better or worse,
The
world just happened,’ he said to me,..
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