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At night I walked in the winter monthsBy the banks of an old canal,Where the barges lit their ghostly lampsLike the wake of a funeral,They would glide..
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I probably failed to like the manFor he went with my ex-wife,I hated the way she called him Stan,As if he was hers for life.They’d both been pla..
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Wherever I go, I see her faceReflected in streets and malls,Wherever I track, in looking backShe’s hiding behind stone walls,I never manage to p..
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They say it’s been empty for quite some time,But I’ve seen a flickering torch,Late at night when the moon is brightThe light is red on the..
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He sat at the railway station inThe hopes of a passing train,There hadn’t been one for hours, while heWas sheltering from the rain,While over th..
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The waves came crashing in from the seaWe were caught on a spit of land,With no way back, not one I could see,I reached and I held her hand.‘I&r..
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I heard the ring of the ambulanceAs it barrelled down from E,But wasn’t really awake, so didn’tKnow that it came for me.They had me strapp..
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She thought that she woke in the morningTo a world that was filled with dread,Though nothing was changed, or rearrangedHer lover was surely dead.He&rs..
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The day was grey when it came my wayWith a clatter of wheels and hooves,Echoing off the cobblestonesAnd under the red tile roofs,The rain was glisteni..
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My friend signed on to a coastal ship
His name, John Escobar,
He said, for only a week long trip
On the Steamship Southern Star.
While I worked ou..
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