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StoryBring my heart with you to England 1914-18 threeleafshamrock811 years 7 months ago
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StoryBlackbird Rapper – On Trial threeleafshamrock411 years 7 months ago
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StoryBlackbird Rapper threeleafshamrock1711 years 7 months ago

My stories

Anzac

Just another war poem..

Another Life

Do you ever come across something; an item, a name, a 'thing', that brings you back...or am I just getting old?
Cherry

Johnny Rich

Life’s a bitch for Johnny Rich, it’s time to walk the plank. The working class that kissed his ass, are propping up the bank. It’s nothing new, he knew he flew, Much higher than he should
Cherry

Come dance with me...

They danced the dance of death so well, to compositions scribed in hell and when the music stopped, they fell, no more to take the floor. Perdition cheered, and Satan bowed,
Cherry

Mad Maggie

A mother's love never dies...

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