Poor kitty, struck down by fate,
Pixies took pity on poor Miss Jay.
Left flowers to guide her soul to Heaven’s gate,
at crossroads is where her grave lays.
Puddles of black paint drowned the late dove.
She was stained with sin for falling for false love.

She was buried all alone,
just like she was in life.
Nowhere to call her home,
His betrayal was the knife.

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Bowerman knew the witches' performed rituals at Dartmoor.
Everyone at his church warned him about hunting late,
But the proud hunter boasted with great vigour
and listed all his achievements and manly traits.

He shrugged off his good friends' warnings and took his dogs with him.
As fate would have it, the dogs led him straight to the witches' den.
His chances of escaping their clutches wer...

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I do not understand why people still drive here!
How many cars do I have to crash to get some peace?
I think my actions have made my intentions quite clear:
I want all driving near Dartmoor to cease.

I am not a violent spirit, just a pair of hairy hands.
Before all the driving, I only was minding my business,
But I had to intervene before the madness expands.
I will not let them pollute D...

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