Narrative

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She has a Principle

She has a Principle

She has a Principle of self-respect; earn your living
The Oxford Dictionary defines Norms straight,...

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End

Begin at the End,
If you want motivation.
A final text we'll send,
Take a final train...

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MISTER EYRE (THE CONSTANT...

MISTER EYRE (THE CONSTANT TRAVELLER)

The travelling world of Mister Eyre
Can happen by sea, rail or air
One minute he's in Paris...

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THE GOLDEN BOY OF PYE...

THE GOLDEN BOY OF PYE CORNER, Giltspur St, London EC1A 9DD

You’ll see a boy,
coiffed and gilt,
if you raise your head on Gilt-
spur street....

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Crossbones Graveyard, Union...

Crossbones Graveyard, Union Street, London SE1 1SD

Dear Tanya, Dear Gemma,
Dear Anneli, Netty and Paula…
Dear Tom with the
water pistols...

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Disappointment

Anxiously waiting with high expectation
restless and giddy from anticipation
only to come to...

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I did not want to return

I did not want to return

There is no defeat when someone gives something
You do not want to return
You want to live in...

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Morale

Recuperation and rest ,
deemed whats best .
To recover from the mess .
The hard...

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Blue.

Blue.

Leaves are cracking under the steps of your feet. You're pacing. Back and forth.
Don't mind my...

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WILLIE WATKINS

WILLIE WATKINS

He picked up a cigarette butt from the pavement floor
If you are like me you wonder why he did that...

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So many dreams to break

So many dreams to break

And so we ponder upon all our mistakes,
Patiently waiting for the patterns to break,
So...

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TRAPPED UNDERGROUND

TRAPPED UNDERGROUND

Be strong my son and you must be very brave
It's not going to be easy trapped in a flooded...

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MAYBE JUST MAYBE

MAYBE JUST MAYBE

Maybe just maybe tonight is the night
A possibility for English football to shine bright
...

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Broken Chains

Broken Chains

Wrists bruised… Skin torn…
Born to be at the receiving end of a whip.
Shoulders bruised…...

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I love how much....

I love how much you worry,
i love how much you care,
i love it when you hold me tight and run...

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chaste(6-12-18)

to which arms do we run out of fear or hate what problems do we all have to get away from some comes as...

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You Can Never Leave

You Can Never Leave

'' The tea tasted faintly of bitter almonds and he didn't much care for it"
The Landlady by Roald...