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The train to Sheringham
there can be few more pleasant commutes than this it might get a little weary but it beats those traffic jams and the Underground.
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I'm sorry for saying how much you must miss your ex-boyfriend
Once I saw a girl crying on the street
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enter the red head
poem about my red head sister
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M. Eve
Marie-Eve She lent forward and put her fox fur scarf round my neck. she goes, i don't lend this to anyone you know, yes, i know. Marie Eve's eyes are the eyes of a panther and her skin
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E.R. poems
Below the hopeful street-lights by the pleasantly appointed hospital, we see Mars and Venus twinkling as if it were "The same great lord in everything" (- "the Baghagavita")
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The mind is a lonely place
The beeps and clicks of hospital equipment droned on incessantly, echoing endlessly through his ears and slowly making their way to his damaged mind.
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The Uprising
There will be time, there will be time, To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, There will be time to destroy and manipulate.
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Sean
The only other ways of escaping the treatment centre without getting kicked out were appointments at the doctor, hospital or dentist and he’d done all of those already for one reason or another.
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On The Wagon
Its 1820 and John Austin, sentenced to be hanged for robbery, documents his journey to the gallows.
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My Voice
I've lost my voice and must needs find it It's gone far and far away from here Hidden beneath the waves of some great sea Flying among the highest of those whitest peaks Far and far away from me
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