A Mothers fear.
An old woman cried all through the night, For she lost four sons in a bloody fight, Their voices still heard,
Isis is Isis.
It beggars belief that someone who ran away to join a terrorist group decides she wants to come back home to
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A Prisoner in her own Home.
Colourful prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate Allowing the aroma of cut grass.She
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The Arachnid and Me!!
There was a spider crawling on my floor couldn’t catch the blighter To put out the door. Every day my eyes
