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Madison mounted her coal black mareIn the yard of the Smugglers Inn,Her coat was black and her hair was fairAnd her jodhpurs tucked well in,The sky wa..
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The barge slid on through the rushes,Where once was a major road,And pushed its way through the bushesWhere the ocean had overflowed,The draught of th..
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We
hadn’t been in the house for long,
We’d
moved in overnight,
I
hadn’t explored the neighborhood,
As
a kid, that w..
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The
phone had only been on a day
When
the cranky calls began,
‘Nobody
knows we’re on,’ I said,
When
at first the da..
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When Kelvin threatened to cut my throatI thought him a little stressed,We’d known each other for twenty yearsThe first ten were the best,But I w..
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I
knew she was Scandinavian
With
those plaits in her flaxen hair,
And
her eyes were such a brilliant blue
They
were quite beyond comp..
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The
flowers grew from the craters where
The
bombs ripped open the ground,
Back
in that terrible time of war
When
God in his heavens f..
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The marriage had never been what you could call a great success. Derek thought so, anyway. What his wife Hilda thought about it only Hilda knew. Commu..
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Their
shadows should have stepped side by side
As
once they had done before,
But
nobody noticed that one had gone
From
the boardwalk ..
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I’d seen the widow walk back and forthThe length of the village street,Her veil so black and her dress so longYou’d see neither face nor f..
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