Indeed, t'was a murder most foul ...
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| ... here lies the dearest friend of mine. |
Paul created confusion with melodic variations on one of his well-known songs ...
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Lead, kindly light ... ? |
Elayne performed something lovely ...
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| Beautiful like a rainbow ... |
Mave sang of bread and dripping ...
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| Please, can you direct me to The Strand. |
Mike sang about precipitation, and said something about a potential candidate for the forthcoming US presidential election ...
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| The executioner's face is always well-hidden! |
Simon sang of a famous landmark on the South Downs ...
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| Spirits abroad in a windy cloud. |
The original poem by Hilaire Belloc is worth a look.
Given the present state of the mill, HB's words are prophetic ... http://www.poetryatlas.com/poetry/poem/2865/ha%26%23039%3Bnacker-mill.html
Debbie took her mother to a Russian tavern ...
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| To sing and dance for ever and a day. |
Angela and Paul brought tears to our eyes in anticipation of the death of a loved one ...
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| Please, Mr Conductor, don't put me off this train. |
We remain uncertain exactly what Ken received from Agnes ...
Simon and Debbie went extraterrestrial ...
Then, in hopes for better weather, we rowed home ...
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| Ply, ply the oar ... |
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