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The woman walked up to the prison gates But the guard wouldn’t let her through, ‘We only have room for the prison inmates ..

She was everything I ever wanted, Petite, with a shock of hair, A dimpled cheek, and a smile so sweet And my favourite name of Claire..

Whenever the rain comes falling, It rearranges our town, Whatever before was dry and up Is suddenly wet and down, They say it&rsq..

She walked the cobblestone streets at night, Everyone thought her a pro, Her skirt was short and her blouse was tight And her eyes moved to and fro..

He laid no claim to a perfect life, Nor looked to a higher power, ‘He lived his life,’ said his seventh wife ‘At a ..

The mirror was there when we moved in, Full length, and stood in the hall, Right where the lounge room opened up Against the opposite..

There must have been seven chimneys In the great house on the hill, I never actually counted them While the house was standing still, But the year..

We went down in the submersible Just Andy Malone and me, The project wasn’t reversible Beneath the Andaman sea, The funding for it a one-tim..

She left without any warning, Not even saying goodbye, I turned around and she’d gone to ground And I always wondered why. It’s not th..

It stood by my uncle’s hatstand for As long as I can recall, This ugly wooden carving, leering Staring out from the wall, My mother would sa..