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Dirty Old Town
I frequently met my love by these gas works walls; they were opposite the carpet mill where I was working at the time. Around then, I may ...
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I've no idea who the child is or why the donkey seems to have lost its head, but that doesn't matter. It's just one of the pri... -
Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s...
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