Eastern Soldiers
Eastern soldiers by the sea a million or more, I clambered to the high ground in the city the nightmare of invasion had now appeared. Inside the huge hotel I…
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The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Eastern soldiers by the sea a million or more, I clambered to the high ground in the city the nightmare of invasion had now appeared. Inside the huge hotel I…
So I wasn’t wrong all along the line of thought, the new developments, the crammped spaces in designated areas. Self sufficiency had taken to new highs, we were becoming population…
We don’t do love we just do movements and potions, where once there were emotions, many of the drugs of our times in lines to keep us happy and horrid,…