February

27

The Mind Is A Wonderous Thing

The mind is a wonderous thing, It can make us cry or make us sing. It can bring us love or bring us hate, Whatever we choose is our fate. *********** It can being us joy or bring us pain, It can help us start all over again. It can take us high or it [...]

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February

24

The March To Bosworth

The day it was ours we thought from the first, as we marched with a full heart to war. The banners flew high as we followed the King with axe, lance and sword still to draw. I felt our elation, the cheers of the crowd, the shouts of the peasants below. The calls for the [...]

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February

23

Ben the dog who saved the World

There were only two important things in Ben’s life, one was eating and the other sleeping. In his youth he had done everything expected of him. He diligently chased old men on bicycles, he’d embarrassed his owner by mating in the street and he’d christened every carpet his patient long suffering master had purchased. Now [...]

February

12

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February

7

Moonlight By Derek Sherratt

By night I think I see pass, before me in a dream. My lady who I do adore, floats on the silver stream, Of moonlight, mistress of the night. Whose form I cannot touch. O’ think of me tonight my love, for I do love thee much. I be a dream ,I will not last [...]

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February

7

Thought (Author Unknown)

“With every strong thought, with every earnest longing For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul, Invisible vast forces are set thronging Between thee and that goal. ***** ‘Tis only when some hidden weakness alters And changes thy desire, or makes it less, That this mysterious army ever falters Or stops short of success. ***** [...]

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