The day had been rather stormy when
I walked in the garden gate,
With lighting flashing around me,
It was dark, and getting late.
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She went with a friend for the evening,
But she wouldn't tell me where to,
Just turned as the two began leaving,
Said, ‘Where I go's nothing to you.'
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We came into this life alone
A long, long time ago,
With each of us to each unknown
It gave us time to grow,
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We were on a tour of the Breton Caves
That had stalactites galore,
A one-time trip to that limestone drip
Forming stalagmites on the floor.
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She used to walk in the woods at night,
She said she needed the air,
But didn't want me to go with her,
She said that it's cold out there.
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She lived in a strange old gabled house
But she rarely came outside,
I'd glimpse her up on the balcony
But she'd see me, and she'd hide.
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He was often at the market
Signing books that no-one read,
If they had, and known the target
Then they'd not be lying dead.
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I've devoted my life to poetry
Whenever I've had the time,
Created whole towns and villages
And even the people rhyme.
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This government's greed's cut into my need
By taxing tobacco smoke,
I needed my weed to concentrate,
They've turned it into a joke.
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