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at Easterhands heldin the summerhouse
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mist on the river -skies are as fickleas love, as snow
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The aim of lifeIs betterment - our aspirationsAre to get aboveThe mire that we came fromAnd therefore, we have always triedTo make our towers tall and..
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Through all this timeI remember how we loved -How our love was beautifulAnd almost despairing -A Summer when Love was not the fashion.
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People know bits of the story, and that's all.I doubt if the real truth will ever be knownWhen rumour and fiction have done their partTo turn an ordin..
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I knew a girl,she was sweet, she was kind -then she fell in with the wrong crowd -now they call her the Queen of the M4.Spending large sums up and dow..
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darktime has receded - / low Winter sun / over leafless trees
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Another icy day at the beginning of December,except it's Payday, reason enough to feel warm.I go to St Mary's Catholic Church downtownto pray and ligh..
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Her sofa is a battleground on whichlovers compete. The boundaries of good tasteare not assaulted. Sex is dividing silkor polishing a gem - the ultimat..
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There was always Rachel.Back in my early daysas a writer, Rachel wasone of us, testing the deep seamsof The Word, improving, modifying.Then later, whe..
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