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The air was thin as I breathed it in, It scarcely filled my throat, I thrashed about and I tried to shout But all I could do was croak, I couldn't..

We were out in the North Atlantic When the storm began to blow, We reefed in the tops and gallants so We wouldn't end down below, The ship was tos..

(In medieval times, the right of the Lord of the Manor to spend the first night with a peasant's bride). John and Jayne at the altar stood, To p..

There once was a time When there was but one, He came in a sleigh with his bells turned on, With a long white beard and a fat red pelt And a tas..

Guy Fawkes Day - the traditional celebration in England for foiling the man who tried to blow up Parliament

One of those devilish moments that come upon me...

From the whirling clouds of matter swirled From some dark distant place, Far beyond the distant vistas that The Hubble's lens could trace, Ther..

He stretched himself slowly And rubbed at his eyes, Rolled over and got to his feet, His breastplate was rusty, the straps and the eyes Had moul..

The house behind the trees lay still, A monster, in its sleep, The shutters fell in tatters, lay In shards there, at its feet. The paint had gon..

A poet is merely a lightning rod, For passing through him the words of God! He opens up his mind, receives, Then passes on the message, grieves..