O eyes that strip the souls of men!There came to me the Magdalen.Her blue robe with a cord was bound,Her hair with Lenten lilies crowned.“Arise,” she said “God calls for thee,Turned to new paths thy feet must be.Leave the fever and the feastLeave the friend thou lovest best:For thou must walk in barefoot ways,To give…

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I am on a one way mission To find and explore B()) My ship is equipped With everything I need Although I like the infinite swimming pool It has views into space And never ceases to amaze me I was due to be executed For a crime that I did not commit But my sentence…

Chester Lime Hook is due to be executed On Thursday morning at eight He is there because of me I will have to free him I rang my father for advice But he was not there Some said that he was dead I discussed this with his sister Rosie Lime Hook But she is in…

I have a friend named Chester Lime Hook He has a sister named Rosie Lime Hook Who travels with me We are all living in Amerika My father died yesterday He smoked too many sticks I do not grieve for him Fuck him what a cunt He had a lovely family And gave it all…

From behind the goalposts The sun is setting Slowly into its pastel pale bed Grey Gold White and Cream I was born here Jane Many summers have passed But the light remains the same Stan