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My father lies in an orchard, My mother lies at his side, But once, a million years ago He made that girl his bride. And love was..

‘I don’t remember a year like this,’ She stood by the window pane, Staring into the murk and mist, ‘All that ..

I’d never felt comfortable in that house Not once, since we’d moved on in, A rambling, derelict, barn of a house, Three s..

‘It’s not that I wanted to leave,’ he wrote, On a scrap they later found, ‘Just that the stress was too intense, ..

This page is white as a white can be Til I lift my pen and trace A scrawl of black from an inky sac, A tale of the human race. I ..

‘I’m looking for Nathan Cory, I’m looking for Jonathon Brown,’ That was the woman’s story, In a pub, th..

One last night in the dungeon, One last night to his fall, The Earl of Grace was chained in place To the damp of the dungeon wall. ..

They said he was always a hothead, As a kid he’d scream and shout, He got so bad, made his mother mad That his father locked hi..

He watched as she passed each morning, Same time, each day of the week, But his lips were dry and his tongue was tied And he found he..

Always a bit of a mystery, She lived in a seaside shack, Would go to town when the sun was down The widow of Martin Black. She al..