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He’d
been tapping away at the keyboard
So
he could get the ending straight,
A
labour of love he’d called it
But
it was da..
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He
wandered at night the streets that might
Be
busy, during the day,
The
empty squares and the thoroughfares
To
search for a come-wha..
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The
yacht swept up in the dunes had been
Abandoned
the year before,
I
came across it, quite by chance
Some
miles away on the shore.
..
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I
paced the floor by the tavern door
In
the hopes she’d come my way,
She
didn’t know that I’d still be there
For
I ..
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I’d
met Helga at the Seaman’s Rest
Where
I said that I’d be her mate,
Sailing
her ancient Freighter for her
Down
to..
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It’s
only a week since I raised my head
From
the depths of my favourite book,
The
final tale in my library
And
my basic foundat..
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It
was not a salubrious neighborhood
As
the townsfolk there would tell,
But
you often found a gem of a pearl
In
an ugly oyster shell,..
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The
rambling house was all run down,
Well,
what you could even see of it,
It
sat in extensive, weedy grounds
And
a hawthorn hedge sur..
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He’d
go to the Square each afternoon
And
sit on a bench, near me,
The
one that stood in the shaded gloom
Of
a brooding maple tr..
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I
didn’t see anything strange that day
When
I first drove into the town,
If
anything it was normal, though
I
was breaking virgi..
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