Moloch come. Moloch stay.
Moloch never go away.
There's no thought in your great white brow
Can satiate old Moloch now.
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- Alice in the Forest of Forgetting
- British Empire Poem
- Dutch
- Eaglesque
- Tolkien, antibanker
- Fixity
- Supernumerary there
- Science
- Anonymity
- Ipswich
- Murderous violence
- Riches
- Still Pickwicking
- Jingle's wager
- Talfourd. Dickens's dedicatee to Pickwick
- Blake's Milton
- Snow
- Jamesiana
- Moloch
- Shakespeare's Macbeth
- New
- Liberals and Conservatives
- Anselmic Vinegar
- Society
- Early Dickens
- II, Writer Poem
- Eliza Parsons, The Convict (1807)
- Eliza Parsons, The Mysterious Warning (1796)
- Eliza Parsons, The Peasant of Ardenne Forest (1801)
- The Tellytubbies Repeat
- A Week's Work Poem
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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