The Last Button on Wood Street
Bianka danced all night with Igor, left him in a spree. A baby in a rucksack, his wallet in her teeth. She sold her son in Northampton, because Igor’s credit cards went south.
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journey on a bus
Buses and trains always make me want to say something , and this existentialist thought process is continually plaguing my down time.
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New Orleans
NEW ORLEANS TRIP _OCTOBER BUFFALO, N. Y.-FRIDAY-10/4
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Babushka
She bought us one each And I placed mine Next to a ball light From Habitat I broke three of these lights They were poorly manufactured. When did I learn To say such things?
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Yellow bird language
I want to be understood, teach them my signs and learn their language
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The Owlers Wife
The Owlers Wife My Jemmys out tonight down Tenterden way a visiting his Father took sick at least I'm to say it or a drinking in Horsmonden telling tales
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It's not easy
yeh, right, you try making one of these...
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The Lantern Swinging in Horsmonden
The Lantern Swinging in Horsmonden A silhouette of branches changes as I go the lamp of moon seems to move behind as if a lanterns carried cross the fields reasons for it crowd my mind
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