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The Croxley street poem.  

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The moon was watching in the sky, The wolves were howling in the trees In the quietness of Croxley street 56 the house that stand on its own It wasn't lit up by lights or candles, Just the dim light from the moon. In the house a pale figure stood, Staring out of the cold misty window, He moved across the gloomy house, Into the study room His wife was sat at the study desk He called her name "Marrielle" She turned with a jump He raised his hand behind his back A shining sharp blade clutched in his hand But he couldn't do it He walked into the kitchen As she followed she laughed out loud He turned and swung the knife It cut and gashed her throat She staggered unsteadily across the room As she fell he screamed and shouted "Sorry, sorry I love you" He fell to his knee yelling and cursing "What have I done"? He paused Stared into the dead woman's eyes Then stared at his...

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