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He sat up under the gables Over the second floor of the house, And peered on out from his fables Like he was playing cat and mouse, ..

‘I’m just going down for cigarettes,’ Tom called to his wife, Marie, Her voice was muffled as she called back From ..

I’m sitting alone in my easy chair And the lights are turned down low, Listening to the midnight hour As it chimes, so long and..

When Caesar strode out from the waves to this shore With a Legion, their breastplates in line, He came uninvited, his purpose was war ..

Blue Marue was a flinty soul Who’d never suffer a fool, Handy at using his fists, he’d made A mark at his Junior School, ..

It was Sunday morning, early, I was going to go to church, Re-establish with my Maker Some connection, through a verse, We would ..

He’d had recurring headaches Since the age of fifty-three, But ten years further on He said they’d stopped, quite sudden..

We were sitting, reminiscing Of the civil war in Spain, Where my uncle fought for Franco, Never saw his home again. There was Joe..

I woke one day to hear them say That they’d atom bombed Iran, There was no more threat from them, they said, There was no more ..

From the Minappartamento In the middle of the night, We walked the old Piazza Lit by just a single light, I could see the Madonni..