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I watched her dance with her bright red cropAt a party of Do or Dare,Strutting her stuff on a table topI knew I could have her there.For she mouthed a..
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‘The time’s become fleeting and flying,And rushing me off to the grave,’Or so would say Roderick Styling,‘It’s sweeping ..
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They didn’t tell when we bought the placeOf the ghost in the attic room,They knew that they’d have to drop the priceIf the spook jumped ou..
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I knew that I shouldn’t be driving,I’d had one more for the road,So Jean and me were half cut, you see,Were carrying quite a load.We&rsquo..
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Right at the top of the mountainStood an obelisk in stone,It pointed up to the heavensWas inscribed with a runic poem,It wasn’t known who had pu..
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‘What are we going to do with you?’My parents would say to me,‘We want you to work in a banking house,But you write poetry.You may l..
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The storm had unleashed its fury,In gales, on the night before,Had scribbled its bitter storyAll over a battered shore,For there lay the yacht ‘..
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Have ever you noticed that liarsCross their fingers when they lie?They seem to think it absolves them fromA judgement, up on high,For fingers crossed ..
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You wake on a bitter morning,To find that your love is lost,You turn your head to an empty bedOn the eve of Pentecost.You reach on out to feel the war..
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The night was a night of thunder,Of flashes of lightning too,Her eyes had stared out in wonderAt what it was going to do.She stood by the attic window..
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