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I DIDN'T LIE 1951A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AND A BLUE BUDGIE IN 1951 |
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OFF TO CAMBERWELL 1955A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1955 AND HER MOTHER AND HER CONCERNS. |
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SWINGING HIGH 1956A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1956 |
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SickA Poem by XenaphobicThe kids are always sick It's our own fault isn't it Because we're "weak" we "have it better" I guess our brains don't really matter we "aren't r.. |
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The NannyA Chapter by Pink PastelBabysit of a lifetime |
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HappinessA Poem by SageI wrote this with a very chaotic mindset just because I wanted to write and did not get the flow quite well. Any thoughts and suggestions are welcome. |
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TEAR IN EYE 1951A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL AT AN ARMY BASE KIDS AND ELDERS IN 1951 IN ENGLAND |
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SOME PLACE ELSE 1962A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS IN HIGH SCHOOL IN 1962 |
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Chapter (27) THE GIFTA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMANKIDS ARE OFTEN MORE IN TUNE WITH THE WORLD THAN SOME ADULTS. |
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FEELING GLAD 1958A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958 |
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SOMETHING MISSING 1959A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS AT A NURSING HOME IN 1959 AND QUESTIONED ASKED BY A GIRL TO BOYS. |
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millennialsA Poem by BrendenStone exterior, glass frame Empty mansion, no foundation |
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Stretch MarksA Poem by QueenBeckykids are great no matter what marks they leave behind them! :D |
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SimplerA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsIt was easier, Back then. Just two Years ago, Everything was simple. We could just Be happy. Hang out. Get wasted. Play, like kids. .. |
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IT WAS RAINING 1957A Poem by Terry CollettA 9 YEAR OLD BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON PLAY CHESS ONE WET SATURDAY IN 1957 |
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SAY NOTHING 1958A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS IN LONDON IN 1958 AND A SPIDER. |
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NO SOUND 1958A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958 AND TALK ABOUT HER FATHER'S MURDER AND HOW THINGS ARE |
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losing sight chapterA Story by JasmineOctober 2009 It was the same as any other cold winter morning. The alarm goes off with a loud buzzing at 4:30 am. Layla throned the covers off her .. |
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A Bed Time StoryA Poem by Tiarra LynnRum Tum Tum,Goes the the Drummer boys drum. Sweet Tweet Tweet, Here comes the .. |
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