Make Barricades out of Butcher's Knives
Buttered Toast
Screen
He was not going to be rushed
An Indian Mutiny
I crossed over to the hut and looked inside
Where are the tommy-guns?
Smilies
The night drops swiftly down
Carrots
The bedroom hot as a bakery
Child's Frock, Lace, One
Postcard From North Africa
Listen, Whisper, Tickle, Cry
A Fat Paperback
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