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Under the City StreetsA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere are tunnels, runnels and drains and things Under the city streets, There are sewers and cellars where brewers keep Barrels of F.. |
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The Telephone BoxA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe footsteps echoed on cobblestones When a chime rang ten of the clock, As a sailor making his way back home Was walking up from the.. |
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The SeductionA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe raked through the hearth fire ashes,And scattered the chicken bones,Then turned a page in a silent rageAnd added some pebble stones.She searched f.. |
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The Wheels of TimeA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe day was grey when it came my wayWith a clatter of wheels and hooves,Echoing off the cobblestonesAnd under the red tile roofs,The rain was glisteni.. |
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Whenever the Mist...A Poem by David Lewis PagetThe hoofbeats come through the mist at nightAnd the sound of clattering wheels,While Ursula sits at the Inn in fright,And we all know how that feels,T.. |
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The French CorvetteA Poem by David Lewis PagetAt midnight, out on the cobblestonesThere’s the sound of rolling wheels,And a shadow cast on a window paneFrom the road outside, it steals,A wag.. |
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Within The RealmA Poem by Earl SchumackerA walk through a solid dreamscape escape |
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