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The Castle that stood in the farmer’s field Was a grey and battered shrine, As kids we’d clamber the battlements And imag..

It was damp and cold at the office Where he’d been caught up, working late, He’d almost finished a gothic For the collec..

‘Why do they call it Goblin Castle?’ I asked my friend, Carstairs, We sat, gazed up at the battlements, ‘It’s ..