Prompt Set 07
28 May, 18:30
There are mountains to the south
Miss Thomas lived quietly
Highwayman
Swings and Roundabouts
Ducks
They went to battle singing
The life that I have, blah, blah, blah
High Tide
I would like a small lottery win, a mere million or two
Late bells across the fields
Oxford
I shall wear purple Lycra
WOOD
I am not born. Hear me!
COPPER
Shall I compare the to a nil-nil draw on a wet Monday night?
And slip the bonds of earth
TIN
An old school built of yellow brick
The night was a sea of darkness, the wind screamed in the trees
THISTLE
The sun here creeps up on you
When I was thirteen
The Sinking of The Malone
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