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Stolen Dreams

Caledonia I don’t know if you can see The changes that have come over me In these last few days I’ve been afraid That I might drift away So I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think … Continue reading

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Things, Only Things.

While I was in Darwin, people broke into my house again.  Despite the massive bolt and lock I put on the door.   I got back to Halls Creek on Sunday morning, which is when I learned of it.  The … Continue reading

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Steps

As every blossom fades and all youth sinks into old age, so every life’s design, each flower of wisdom, attains its prime and cannot last forever. The heart must submit itself courageously to life’s call without a hint of grief, … Continue reading

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Merciless Beauty

  O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the … Continue reading

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People

People Ain’t No Good People just ain’t no good A thing that’s well understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain’t no good We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made our vows All the … Continue reading

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Rebel

All the streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of the season And the merchants windows are all bright With the faces of the children And the families hurrying to their homes As the sky darkens and … Continue reading

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22nd July 1376

THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN   I. 1 Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, 2 By famous Hanover city; 3 The river Weser, deep and wide, 4 Washes its wall on the southern side; 5 A pleasanter spot you never spied; 6 … Continue reading

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