Month: September 2018

She be monster looking, But gentle as a cool breeze she be, Makes her way across the broad, By string pull in and on the dead pool of night, We as makers of Broad Bessie were her monsters, And we blackened our faces so we could not be seen,…
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A sweet stop, A place to hop, On board the broom, To zoom from what? A place to play carefully, And make you way through, Sometimes you are scathed, true, If you are go to a bar and, look far to see me coz, I…
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