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‘We
have to rule on the Tourist Plan,’
Said
Rogan Inchalot,
‘If
we haven’t come up with an answer soon
Then
w..
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‘I’m
ill, I’m ill,’ said Rockingham,
‘I’m
ill,’ then took to his bed,
He
tossed and turned in h..
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I had some fun with this one....
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‘My
thoughts are often consumed by death
And
the dark side of the Moon,’
I
said to Jane as she sensed my pain
On
that Sun..
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The
island path had been overgrown
As
they walked up from the pier,
A
rickety wooden landing stage
With
a sunken boat, quite near,
..
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The
women gathered in Hurtle Square,
Or
what had remained of it,
They’d
coloured their lips and they’d curled their hair
T..
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Annie
Trembles had met the witch
As
she sat at Arbor Low,
Her
tears were thick and her heart was sick,
She
had no place to go,
She..
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The
body of smuggler Robert Long
Hung
by the road in chains,
His
flesh was mouldering from his bones
Washed
clean by the Cornish rain..
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The
mood in the town of Warramine
Was
grim, and getting worse,
For
stuck on the town’s old hump-back bridge
Was
Al Cobdogla&rsq..
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The
rain dripped down on my overcoat
As
I walked beneath the trees,
An
avenue filled with poplars, grim,
And
dark, with an icy breeze..
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