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In a grassy cove off a lonely road, Some travellers made their stop. Five caravans stuck like warts on a toad, In a hedgerow parking lot. A silver moon lay overhead, The ground around it shone, As...

Unctuous prattling Pecksniffs, quake quail and quiver, As the Badger Boys glide down the street, like pike in an empty river. Inhabiting the back alleys where no gentleman goes, Skulking in the...