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Sir Abbot had disappeared. It would be thus, the last time he would see his friends, his real friends; Thomas and Lena. What are real friends? We..
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excerpt: ‘Mister’, no one had referred to him as that before. ....... What compelled them? And why all this hospitality amongst this crue..
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A story of a man's quest to change, with the help of a child, Historical fiction
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Tell me,
oh, tell me lord.
What is it worth, to make the blood flow?
What strife is worth thine time,
wretched men
why must we breathe?
Sovereig..
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Inspired by the " Beloved Anna Polka" by Johann Strauss Sr. Whence Spring visits, and brings her children from yonder and way. Anna! Thy who hesitate..
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I can see, fine,
certainly clearly-
the wind is mocking me!
Why! She makes me think it’s spiring!
With those warm, wisps of kisses.
Then, h..
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Thy weary traveller,
come and rest hither.
Do not waste time!
Make haste!
for, does thy see,
the rain pelting thither?
Ah!
Have you been dren..
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Oh! Grandfather Clock, your hymns shallowed
with times’ passage.
Oh! The people you’ve seen;
children, joyfully caroling.
The adults, ..
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Alas!
Brother, why?
Why all this hustle?
Why all this bustle?
Whom hast stolen thy bliss?
Sure now.
All pleasures of life, what is it worth to..
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A turbulence of foam, and water breached upon the deck.
The air was a chill, it wavered in uneasiness, but I disdained it,
as it does make a sailor ..
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