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Edgar
woke as the bedside clock
Chimed
in with a spate of news,
The
Greens were jumping through hoops again
At
the culling of Kangaro..
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The
Dad was dour, his face was sour
When
he came home from the pit,
He
looked like a furnace stoker but
That
wasn’t the half of..
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For lovers of Medieval Romance only - and only if you have an hour to spare. Those with limited concentration span, please go elsewhere, Lol. (And don..
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The
house had stood in the forest since
The
passing of George the Third,
Ivy
clung to the western wall,
The
pillars were cracked and ..
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(see the glossary at the end of the poem).
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The
passageway was longer than he thought
He
would have said,
It
seemed to go forever,
But
the words stayed in his head.
That
dr..
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a reposting from 1997.
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Written back in 1987 - are all years containing the number 7 doomed? To me they are!
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The
dig was held at Sozopol
Beside
the Black Sea shore,
Where
Iskra Angelova
Came
parading, past my door.
She
asked me, was I St..
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There once was time to sit and
spin
The dream without, the light
within
When young ideals like creed and
rote
Would wreathe their blue..
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