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  Dorothy Davies Still water   Will you walk with me a way?             Not far, just to the end of this road.           ...

Dorothy Davies A stiff whisky ‘Shut the damn door, Crouch!’ ‘What’s up, Joseph?  Too cold for you?  Get too hot in here an...

Dorothy Davies Ruby Grapefruit Juice You see me not.             How could you see me? I am no more than the morning mist wh...

Dorothy Davies Steaming hot water There is nothing as heartbreaking as a train whistle at midnight across a desolate lonely ...