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The building had to be as it wasBefore, when it first was built,So the Inspector said to me,I was mortgaged up to the hilt,We’d already changed ..
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William Tyrell disappeared a year ago, has never been found. I wrote this to promote awareness of the situation. He was just three years old.
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My father called it the Watching TreeFor it turned, and swivelled to see,He’d planted its seed in the winter weatherOn top of the grave of Annab..
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The
Inn sat down in a hollow,
Deep
in a grove of trees,
It
sat so far from the road, the yard
Was
two feet deep in leaves,
It
loo..
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I’d seen her coming and going forA couple of years or more,Her hair in the wind was blowingEvery time she walked on the shore,I must admit I was..
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‘What’s at the end of the garden,’I would ask my Lisa May,Each time she came through the garden gateWith that look of pure dismay.Sh..
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He
was sitting alone by the window
In
hopes that the phone would ring,
Just
as he’d sat there every day
Since
she’d disap..
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The hearse set off through the mansion gatesPulled by a pair of greys,Stepping high, so they’d not be lateFor the church’s hymns of praise..
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One minute she’s standing before
me,
Is stridently screaming her
claims,
And then in a moment of horror,
I watch as she bursts in..
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The house, an aristocratic pileSat nestled into the hill,Hidden by trees and bushes, whileIt harboured its silence, still.No outward sign of its infam..
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