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is first that battles on the human hearth.

TRICK OR TREAT "Right then, our Charlie," said my mam. "I want ye to go to the shop fer us." "OK, mam, what ye want then?" "I've made ye a list out...

I sit here upon my lonely chair. I cry alone with deep despair, I cry alone 'cos your not there, Who will know, who will care.

Attempt at 'rant' poetry