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Orchard Lane
Orchard Lane
“Don’t get caught, he’ll fuckin’ kill yer!”
Emerald green and ruby red
Jewels just out of your reach
Treasures in the strawberry bed
“He’s got a dog with vicious fangs!”
Black as coal we watch him prowl
He snarls and gnashes foaming jaws
And scares us with his hellhound growl.
“Bide yer time and take yer chances!”
Remaining hidden behind th...
Monday 13th April 2020 2:58 pm
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