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It was Black Dog Night at the station,With a Black Dog caught in my hair,There were too many owls, there were shrieks and howlsThere was too much into..
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Winter was settling in at the hedges,Whiting the meadows and hanging off ledges,Crazing at windows and frosting the willow,Creeping at ceilings and fr..
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Down in the grotto we’d go to swimWhenever the tide was highAnd pouring into the basin there,At low tide it was dry,I’d go with the Perciv..
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The gates of the ancient prison creakedAnd the chains clanked in the breeze,When we pulled in with our caravan,As we camped among the trees,The kids w..
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She lived in a cottage, made with bonesHer garden, ringed by teeth,All from the shipwrecked sailors floatingIn from the hidden reef,You couldn’t..
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Way out, on what was a barren plainA tree has taken root,Over the spot where a poet’s lainIt bears the strangest fruit,He wasn’t read whil..
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It floated ashore one pitch black nightWe hadn’t seen it before,All covered in barnacles and scaleCast up from a distant war,It gently rolled as..
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I followed the leaf-strewn path once moreWhere it hugged the cemetery wall,And made my way through the sandstone gapWhere the howl of the wind was sta..
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Standing alone in the bank todayWas an angel in disguise,I knew by how she had combed her hairBy the sparkle in her eyes,A dimple nestled in either ch..
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I knew that something was going onWhen she went to walk each night,Just on dusk when the tide swept inWith the blue moon of delight,She never asked me..
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