akoumi

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I have 18 stories published in one collection on the site.
My stories have been read 11054 times and 2 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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My grandfather

I sometimes think about what my grandfather must have gone through. A man who died before I was even part of a world far, far different to the one he'd experienced. What would it have been like, under that scorching sun, worshipping the enriched red soil that was his lot? A soil which brought forth food to put on the table. No need for money. Only muscles. And an iron will to survive and ensure your children did likewise.

I was a bird upon a wing

I was a bird upon a wing until my feathers you clipped, When you believed those wicked lies and from beside me you slipped. You were upset without a cause, please tell me where I'm to blame. I can't endure the pain of it, I'm being driven insane.

The money

O! It may be you're the mayor's child and even if you're not. O! I'm going to kiss you anyway, though jail may be my lot. Money, money, money, money, money. Shillings and florins, won't you give me.

Saint Marina

O Saint Marina, lady who Lulls into sleep the young, please do Lull into sleep my baby too. Please take my little one with you. Take him afar, then take him wide, And then return him by my side.

The poor old pair of breeches

O! With forty yards of cotton cloth, with forty yards of cotton cloth, They made, they made, they made a pair of breeches. O! The crutch it dangled very long, the crutch it dangled very long, And swept, and swept, and swept the lower reaches.

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