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The Cat That Came To Tea
There was once a cat called
who had a bad habit,
of inviting himself to tea.
When the clock struck four,
he would tap on the door,
meow and scrach,
then lift up the latch.
He never had a thought,
for dear Aunt Mable,
because he would rush right in,
and jump straight on the table.
He would steal a cake,
from of the plate,
then run back through the door,
and out of the gate.
always there for tea.
Now Mac-fee played a game
called, hide n seek.
At one time he went missing,
for over a...
Death Of A Cabin Boy
The dream I had was fierce and strong yet somehow I knew
I did not belong; on a ship that was lost at sea where the waves
were so high that they almost drowned me. As the storm blew in the
men held fast then down to the deck came her mast. The Captain
tried to steer her west but the ship was being held back,
by a fierce tempest. You could hear her creak againts the tide
as her hulk rolled from side to side. Only one of us was safe
from harm, but who that was left ere calm.
The Cabin bo