I feel myself sinking out of my depth into the deep to dream, to sleep to gently weep and never reap all the seeds I’ve sown The siren is calling I cannot resist her freezing
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The Tale of Bob the Dog, the Grand Prix and the Steak.
When I was a lad we had a Bedlington Terrier called Bob. He was a bit of a chancer was Bob. Although he was pedigree—his official name being Robert Charlton of Chatsworth—he was more Del
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