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by Mr. Darcy
Macmillan cancer research...
Seventeen years ago
our world was changed forever...
Striped deckchair awaits (senryu)
cheap bucket and spade...
One hundred and fifty thoughts a minute
One hundred and fifty million regrets...
I’ve had one of those days today
The kind that should not be talked about...
by Shadow Blossom
To the soot-covered artists
With the ashes of being misunderstood...
Veteran's day is not for me,It's for the troops that didn't come home
Come follow me and I will make you fishers of men.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old; age shall not weary them nor the years condemn; at the going down of the sun and in the morning; we shall remember them...