Hafren* Forest and the Source of the Severn
Babbling brook and tumbling river, damp decaying needles cover soggy, spongey forest floor, mossy clumps, tree trunks, tree stumps, sodden banks of greenery, quiet, placid scenery:
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Flew, a Sea Gull
By now other members of the clan have assembled and he wishes he could show them his prowess
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Sherif - January 29, 2011
This is my turf, my school bus routes, my cruising with friends, smoking hash and eating greasy shawerma. My family lunches at the Car Club, my tailor fitting me for my first suit. This is my home.
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Growing Pains
Little Penny Pimlico, Wasn’t all that tall, She checked her height most every night, And drew upon the wall. Now every week that line would creep, A tiny fraction more,
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A Friend Indeed
The lady gets her cup of tea and rushes to the window
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Christopher (1953 – 1983)
Some say it's the ultimate expression of anger. Some say it's a way that the pain is excised. Brutally perhaps, I often wonder now if it's just an expression of jealousy, desperation in envy.
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Ahmed - January 28th, 2011
I hate myself, fully and completely. And this fury breaks me into a cold sweat. I stand up and look at the square before me. I’m supposed to be brave. Brave men don’t run.
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Mona - January 28th, 2011
‘He’s taken down his two hunting rifles and his handgun and has organized a little neighbourhood militia.Who’d have thought? And someone conveniently found a few butchers knives.’
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HEARSAY
They say that… Is how it beings One stone of many voices The ripples that spreads wildly Try to see without a voice telling tales
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