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A Ticket to Tewkesbury

A Ticket to Tewkesbury by Philip Neale, writing as...

Written by Britt Howie

Saturday, 01 March 2008

He looks at you, little girl.

You know he’ll be here in a second

if you look up.

Keep you head down, little girl.

If you show him your face,

he’ll see the fear in your eyes.

Stop shaking, little girl,

it won’t hurt that bad,

He didn’t gulp that last bottle of Bud.

Don’t cry, little girl.

The sting of his hand on your skin won’t last forever.

He’s hungry for those tears.

Close your eyes, little girl.

Your body is getting weak.

See that man, little girl?

He’s come to take you home.

You fought well, little girl.

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