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They moved right in to the house next doorTo our great regret, and pain,It sounded as if they’d gone to warOr the two were quite insane,We shoul..
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Walking among the Autumn leavesOn a cold and blustery day,Between an avenue of treesAs the daylight passed away,The shadows lengthened across my pathA..
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The painting sat in an old junk shopAt the far end of The Strand,It caught my eye and it made me stopThough the subject wasn’t grand.A woman sto..
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She said she wanted to kill herselfSince her life was empty now,I couldn’t figure it out myselfAnd called her a silly cow,‘Your Barry isn&..
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He drove on up to the Nursing HomeFor the first time in a year,He needed to get some papers signedSo he sought his mother there,The matron pointed him..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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It’s four o’clock, and I’m wide awakeToo early for pre-dawn light,Thinking about the night beforeAnd the reason we had that fight.Yo..
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I had no idea of who she was,But knew she appealed to me,All that I knew, her name was Roz,So I wove her history.Imagination’s a marvellous thin..
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They’d built too close to the cliffside edgeAnd the winters grew so cold,The ocean seemed to be rising withThe waves, as in they rolled,They tor..
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Down in the lower farmer’s fieldWas an old style gypsy camp,The wagons drawn in a circle,Each one lit with a paraffin lamp,And there in the cent..
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The woman to grace my garden wouldHave generous hips and thighs,Long curling hair and a playful stareA come hither look in her eyes,A dimple set in a ..
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