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The pit and the pendulum

You Must Think Us Immortal part 2: Do Vampires Love?

Stagnant

No Interest in us

More than Just the Monarchy

You must think me immortal

The Unelected

THE DAY THEY CAME

Rusted Blades in Everglades

a sentinel no more

St Pauli

Without me

Return of The King

21

social Distancing

I Pine For You

The Sea Of Evian

Stinging nettles

When i Liked Girls

Orcs and Trolls

No cure for sadness

43

Amsterdam

Game Over

Wilko

Lip Service

Life's Circus

fingerprints upon your skin

0

~~Bartram's Friday 13th insurance ~~

Crossing the borders of innocence

Darkest corners within a circle

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Arthur Fowler

Within the flowering wilderness
Of ones own loneliness
Hides a smile of sadness
He stole nothing but pride
But the day he was accused he died
He only loved his children and wife
His insanity drove him to use that knife
To sharp to touch to blunt to kill
He stole that money so he could feel
Long had he wished for death
The word of thief on his last breath
When he finally past away
Speculation was buried that day
His flowers on his allotment made an awful stench
But his name now lives on, carved on a bench
Here lies the artful prowler
The one and only Arthur Fowler

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Arthur Fowler

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