Great crowds are fleeing from a major disaster
For as at a great distance of place
The spaces between houses
Hideous bridesmaids
The Cucumber Story
How comforting it is, once or twice a year
The smell of fresh earth, improvised crosses
I will never come down
A small boat, tugging on its rope
Runt of the litter
Before she was a virgin
Either lunch or dead soldiers
The Money Tree
Cheating in the pub quiz
Whether I live or die, what proceeds
I sold him a toothless, beakless, canary: sucker!
Pedigree chum
Despatched with a mattock
My Own Beach
Fearing Tigers, Snakes, Malria, Lost Japanese
And in the red corner, hate
We don't like your white cottage
It's not because yer dirty, it's not because yer clean
It's becaise you live in a council-house and eat margarine
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