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Sirens! The cry went round the shipas swift as if they'd sighted homeand every sailor felt the grip
And we are living.
Isn't that amazing?
How we manage to beat all.
Well I shouldn’t’ve been playin’ really Only there to watch me brotherMy friend fancies his friend, y’know.Anyway they was a man short.
In the line you hear a chatter.Up and down a clatter, clatter.Noisy schoolgirls scream and shout,pushing in and pushing out.
I am a crocodile who lost my smile in the turbulent waters of the Nile.When I was very small, trapped inside my crocodile egg,
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
Teach me the language of Cat;the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare,a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss.Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air.
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.
When I was bornI was a familiar,a black cat, Satan’s favourite form.
The hidden garden we played in was bordered in red brick.Crenellations of a faded fort,ivy-scattered and wing-aged.A Victorian garden.