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Behind the Bike Shed

After school On a winters night In the dark Me and Jackie Cuddeson Kissed for an eternity We shivered from the cold So we had to cuddle tighter I...
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Shit Creek Tourist Board

Hello and thank you for visiting the Shit Creek Tourist Board web site. Please take your time to visit each section and discover why millions of...
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Grecian Urn Platform Seven

Crewe Station is unlovely tired and asleep It’s like an old man with no past The coffee is gravy This is my observation I hear the rumbling thunder...
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The Town Where Nobody Wins

Small waves flapping Washing the shore Lights on a string Above a parlour door Chip wrappers dancing to a wind that stirs It’s four in the morning I...
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Dust in the Desert

Aiming for your throat Biting at your breath Blinding both your eyes Walking you to death Coughing to your coffin Poison in your blood Bombs whistling past Bodies in dried mud

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