Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood
Went to west wood
Across the wuthering heights

Charlotte said to Emily
I hate these long dark nights

Jane Austen
Loved a warden
In the shape of
Garden bird

As the wagon train
Made of sweetcorn
Entered the holy word

Barbara Hepworth
Had the last word
When she baked
A scone
To Alfred the great
Who burnt the cake
You’ll never
No you’ll never ever
No you’ll never walk alone

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