Jaffa Forbes
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Troubadour: Morning in LondonA Poem by Jaffa ForbesMorning in London is the first of a three part modern poetic story told in, well, my style of poetry. Troubadour songs where ancient Occitan songs tha.. |
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Crushed Paris StreetscapeA Poem by Jaffa ForbesParis is crushed. |
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i am the rain.A Poem by Jaffa Forbesthat falls on the green. Inspired by working as a agency waiter at the very posh Goodwood Races, in the south of England. |
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SnatcherA Poem by Jaffa Forbeshe came running. |
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Duck Egg SandwichesA Poem by Jaffa ForbesA certain memory. First and only time I had duck egg sandwiches, i'm not sure it impressed her. I was very naive. |
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I\'m Alive in Your Hands (Tramp)A Poem by Jaffa ForbesTramp. |
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Cotidie Damnatur Qui Semper TimetA Poem by Jaffa Forbesthe man who is constantly in fear is every day condemned (Syrus) Photo in public domain from wikipedia, contributed from the Department of Defense |
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Crimson KingdomA Story by Jaffa ForbesBeautiful short story. |
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A Glorious RevolutionA Poem by Jaffa Forbesdef: rev-o-lu-tion [rev-uh-loo-shuh n]: a sudden, complete or marked change in something. |
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College GirlA Poem by Jaffa ForbesPretty Angry. Says it all really. |