Long lost thoughts
I need to write to keep this room from being silent. I'll fill the air with thoughts of you, Paint your face on all my walls, The depths of your eyes a rock-riddled pool I'll
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It's pronounced Nee-Okki
A little capsule of domestic strife
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Words
Wordsmiths. We craft weapons just as the Ironmongers do; We give power to the politicians and the leaders; We give words to the peacekeepers and lawbringers. The pen is mightier than the sword.
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Brief success
A score of poems is my main feat. A score of verses, is so, so sweet
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Children and toys
Toys, do they help to pass the time away? Or do you get annoyed when kids get their way? The blaring horns. The clash of cymbals. The mass of toy soldiers. The cries and giggles.
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On the U.S./South Korean Military Exercises
As a life-long American, I feel these exercises are a terrible idea... and that China is right to criticize them.
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His Family Slain, A Boy’s Life of Rage Emerges
The mother braided hair on the weekend for extra money. Women and teenage girls came to her stoop to have their hair braided and styled and of course, to gossip.
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Alex
Waistcoats. Red kissing the blue. Brandy coughing snifters, of a 40 a day obsessive. The killer black, to the top left pocket. With a little bit of screw. Sheffield steel. Shamrock luck?
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There Ain't Gonna Be No World War Three, Chapter 6
6. Does Your Cow Give Fresh Milk? "We are now going to conduct", said Cleo as they walked hurriedly down a street calling itself Bahnhofstraße, "an experiment. To allay my wildest fears."
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Mood colours (I.P.)
This one took me longer than usual...
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