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The gate opens at 6:30 in the morning he is never ever late, it is either tuesdays or wednesdays, A short scene of revolution in action

usually I get to judge the poetry competition between the little un's. But this year I haven't seen my invite.

A strange little story I told someone in a dream, so I decided to write it when I woke.

Inside it was all a light with candles and little saucers with burning oils, Jeeboo had just returned from his day shift of labour in the factory.

In a desolate world, the state has destroyed unity.