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Richgraham

A book a tale

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Some books are short
And sweet
Some books are lies
From end to end
Some books are true
So we sit and do
To read a chapter or
two
Some books are swell
to read the tale make
us tell and have to say
I did very well
To chapter thee my tale
Of thy book on the shelf
Dusty as hell
To wither and spend
To buy another book
In thee try to chapter
Ten and that was the
End
Upon I like to say to all
Children in need
To give a book for
All the world to see
That all children can be
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draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow
Heather

For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
A parting tale

the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake
The sweet smell

The sweet smell of flowers Lies in the wet dewy grass Upon they wake of the dawn Of the day From dawn to dust they
O, come talk to thee

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
The river

Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat
The door

I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor
Venice

I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so
Thus us

Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
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Mr bojangles

It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the
O,.er the boni doon

O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
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Glen

This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer
Mount etna

Boil up to the heavens Of fire. To the external craters Below. Far from my body of soul
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Spaces

In this open space I thee Lie upon I see trees on Either side and all there leaves to fall In my eyes



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