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She shouldn’t have been on the platformOn that fateful day in June,The train she needed to catch would leaveLater that afternoon,But I would nev..
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This government’s greed’s cut into my needBy taxing tobacco smoke,I needed my weed to concentrate,They’ve turned it into a joke.So h..
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I’ve devoted my life to poetryWhenever I’ve had the time,Created whole towns and villagesAnd even the people rhyme.There’s only supp..
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He was often at the marketSigning books that no-one read,If they had, and known the targetThen they’d not be lying dead.For the mystic glyph ins..
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She lived in a strange old gabled houseBut she rarely came outside,I’d glimpse her up on the balconyBut she’d see me, and she’d hide..
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She used to walk in the woods at night,She said she needed the air,But didn’t want me to go with her,She said that it’s cold out there.&ls..
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We were on a tour of the Breton CavesThat had stalactites galore,A one-time trip to that limestone dripForming stalagmites on the floor.There were onl..
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Written at the request of my granddaughter Tiffany, to read at her wedding in October.
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She went with a friend for the evening,But she wouldn’t tell me where to,Just turned as the two began leaving,Said, ‘Where I go’s no..
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The day had been rather stormy whenI walked in the garden gate,With lighting flashing around me,It was dark, and getting late.I tried the key in the o..
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