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There was always an odour of sin around The nave of that ancient church, I knew of it as a choirboy, I didn’t have far to searc..

I never knew where she got the bones But she spread them out in the grate, And said to me that the way they fell Would tell her about..

The fire began in the cobbler’s shop In a terrace of shops that day, And spread right through to the milliners That was owned b..

He’d only just raised the dustbin lid When he saw the woman’s head, And what had impressed him most was that It felt as h..

He was one of the cognoscenti, She was one of the ‘up-for-sale’, I knew that I shouldn’t fall for her That she&rsqu..

She plaited her hair in a love-knot, And stared at the crystal ball, Sat in the gloom of a curtained room At the end of a dim-lit hal..

Hieronymus Bosch, who was only four, Had toddled right out of my life, I didn’t know whether he’d gone on his own Or left..

I’d walked back home by the clifftop path, I’d only been gone an hour, Rounding the point, it came into view The sight of..

He’d ventured out with his fishing gear Before the breaking dawn, Packed the bait in his four wheel drive And backed it across ..

The old man came in the wintertime, The mist was cold and grey, She thought he’d been in a distant time But then he went away. ..