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The Moon was a Ghostly Galleon

Mr Ball — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 20:59:14 +0000

By
Ellie

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I was walking down the street one day and I was listening to what people say

Tims leter

The Twits — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 09:03:10 +0000

My mind is the evil red devil with out you. I am really sorry for what I did . I’m sorry for making you kill your self . It should of bean me that died not you .I fell suicidal . I no that I’m guilty for your deaf.

Alex

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The Highwayman

Mr Ball — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 17:30:38 +0000

Where Tim the Ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,

“One Kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;

The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.

Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him -
with her death.

When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his
throat.

Our Highwaywoman

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Letter from the Highwayman to Bess

The Twits — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 16:36:32 +0000

To my sweet shuger plum Bell

Please can we spend our lives together? When I first sore you, I new you was the one for me. To me I see you as a queen of angils , with blushed rose cheeks. Your eyelashes are waves crashing aganst the shore. I dreem of you my dear.You are the girl of my dreem’s. ow you smell like a fresh red rose from a gold yard. But there is one think I neen to ask you my dear ,will you marry me .

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Tim’s letter to bess

The Twits — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 09:04:46 +0000

Dear bess,

I am so sorry my mind is a dead fox you were the loveliest and kindest girl I met I loved you since you were born and I love you now I am so devastated and destroyed I don’t know what to do or say i am so sad i fell stupid and insane

your sincerley

tim

by jessica

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Highwayman

The Twits — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 09:07:20 +0000

A highwayman was a robber who preyed on travelled 0partially one who travelled by horse ; those who robbed by foot were called footpads .Mounted robbers were widely considered to be socially Superior to footpads such robbers operated in great britain and Ireland from the Elizabethan era until the early 19 th century .

By Charlotte

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Tim’s Letter to Bess

Mr Ball — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 08:18:31 +0000

One or two ideas for starting that letter. Remember the poem is very strong, full of emotion.

The letter should be like that too. Keita’s idea for the metaphor about the mind, I think was a good one. Try out your own before Tuesday.

My mind is a dead world. You’re gone!

What will I do now? Slink away like a dieing fox, freshly mauled by the pack.

How can I ever explain what I did?

or perhaps

Scarlett’s idea

My mind is a brand burning in the fires of hell. What have I done?

I wanted to keep you safe, but you’re gone.

If you want to read the poem again

Part 1 is here.

Part 2 is here.

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Highway Robbery

Mr Ball — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 10:54:03 +0000

Dick Turpin or ‘Turpin the Butcher” became a highway robber in 1735. He’d started out as a butcher but became involved with a gang of deer thieves from Essex in the early 1730s. The gang poached the deer and Turpin sold the meat. By 1773 Turpin had enough money to become the landlord of a Pub – The Rose and Crown at Clay Hill.

But poaching was risky business and many of the gang were captured. Turpin found himself needing money and so began his career of theft.

It is known that Turpin was part of gang of six that raided the home of Ambrose Skinner, a local farmer, in December 1734. They escaped with 300 guineas. The gang were quite brutal in their attacks. Their success was short lived and by March of 1735 most had been captured and hanged.

In those days a gibbet was the last place for robbers and bandits.

The Gallows at Tyburn

Turpin escaped and joined forces with Thomas Rowden “the pewterer’. Thus began four years of skullduggery and mayhem.

An engraving showing Dick Turpin shooting Thomas Morris.

Included in his list of ill doings were, murder, robbery, highway robbery and horse theft . This last was his final downfall. He was hanged for horse theft in York on Saturday 7th April 1739.

Mr Ball

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