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The last I saw of Sebastian Fudge
He was dancing the hempen jig,
To pay for the years of pirating
At the side of Captain Kidd.
While Kidd was swun..
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We live out at Bundaleer in
A cabin, in the bush,
Where the air is so much cleaner,
And there's little need to rush,
We have pigs and sheep and ch..
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(The Sumerian fragmentary story of Inanna tells how, "When she leaned back against the apple tree, her vulva was wondrous to behold." She herself sp..
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The bus stood still in the cul-de-sac,
He knew it had come for him,
For the colours of day were beginning to fade
And the nights had been closing i..
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I was leaning on my shovel, in a hole
As black as pitch,
With a plug of fine tobacco in my pipe
To scratch my itch,
But I hadn't even lit it whe..
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'I'd never have thought it would come to this,'
The civil servant said,
As the man beside him pursed his lips,
And frowned, and shook his head.
Th..
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(Byron's governess, May Gray, would come to bed with him at night
and "play tricks with his person". According to Byron, this "caused
the anticipate..
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(In Memory of the Reverend George Potter)
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There was morning dew, and the sky was blue
When the stranger came to town,
Riding a painted wagon, pulled
By horses, black and brown,
He carried ..
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I stared at the book on the table
Where it lay on the weathered oak,
The cover so black and tarnished,
Tanned in leather through coils of smoke,
I..
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