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Iota BetaA Book by Brooke A. LarsonPrologue is description. |
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Poetry on Sexual Abuse during the HolocaustA Poem by kjryderI am currently writing a collection of poetry for a Holocaust in Literature class and I wished to get some feedback. |
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My Honor is Called LoyaltyA Story by FroomforsquaresA piece of historical fiction, My Honor is Called Loyalty is about the price of loyalty upon one's conscience. It was previously published in The MacG.. |
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Arbeit Macht FreiA Poem by Amorette Duvannesplease see "authors note" below for disclaimers |
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Stateless Shades of the ShoahA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellIlse Koch - B***h of Buchenwald |
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I smiledA Poem by Norma GonzalezA woman who lost everything |
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The Dead Truth News Report #1A Story by Graysin AngelThe guys in prison kept saying that the Holocaust never happened. Maybe they are right. |
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HolocaustA Poem by KarisEyes wilting with tears Like a willow in the rain Tears were all that were present On her emotionless face I looked up in her eyes The brown s.. |
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These Are the Words that Defined ThemA Poem by N.SevillaAbout the Holocaust |
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Her choiceA Chapter by Lyn AndersonI am sure I have written of this is some form before, but it's plaguing me |
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It will never stopA Story by lrigDA woman, a people, suffering with a historical burden too heavy to bear... |
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Showered in DeathA Poem by JulieThey say it's nothing, That we'll be fine. They say there's no way Those men think us swine. They say we'll be safe, At least, among our own. .. |
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Words for BirdsA Poem by Robert RonnowFirst person singular prohibited. In orderto be more crow.War! war! war! war! war!Then there's that lowland wetland birdaround the stunted red pines c.. |
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ImmigrationA Poem by Robert RonnowI like immigrants, immigration. Legal immigration,Jane passionately corrects. Actually my goal is a borderless world.That's a new idea to her.Gatherin.. |
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Is It Stress?A Poem by Robert RonnowIs it stress,or loss, despair and survivalwe must discuss. Stress is just the symptomof a universe intent to destroy the individualbefore i.. |
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Not like a figwortA Poem by Robert RonnowNot like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercupwith sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,an ash if his .. |
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South BronxA Poem by Robert RonnowWhile I'm reading a poem about it on the previous pagethe girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dancein high shoes and perfume. Their legs are.. |
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