Writing

There's a limp in his step a stutter <thuh-dump thuh-dump> He's a mess. Shambling over, ambling over, to the front counter...

She glided into the studio And dropped her clothes on the floor, Gave the artist a pirouette, And said: 'Do you want any more?' He shrugged, and t..

I saw him leaving the local bar Under the street light glare, And something about the way he walked Turned my head, to stare, He ..

I never can look when I’m riding past The ruin of Falconridge, I turn the head of my horse away When I cross the Narrows Bridge..

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