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Sour Apple O little sour apple of reason You’ve laid out the truth clear and sane, Now I see...

The Milkman’s Wife Old hag death Came trundling down. Sing to me a lightsome song, We love her not...

Salt I would not write a lament for you. A requiem for you, a song for you, I would...

The Black Shed The black shed is gone now, tumbled down fifty years ago or more, but the name...

Little Lord of Death Little Lord of death Take a mighty step Dance, Dance, To the High Hop tune;...

Flight Up here am nobody. Pure as a green grasshopper. Have left everything. All my guilt’s. Down under quilted...

In That Garden In that garden once she took down the Apple Casually because she wanted to know, and...