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There flows a sea of poppies Down from London tower A sea of red to commemorate The 11th month,11th day and 11th hour. So many lives lost Both young and not so old To give us the freedom we have today Their stories should be told. The young man who lied about his age...

I often turn back time in my head And ponder would I still follow where you led To your parallel universe where nothing is as it seems It belongs in either nightmares or sweet dreams In a candy floss universe or a demon inhabited domain Chocolates and champagne or...

Oh dear, she thought, as she lay in bed. Ihave a busy day ahead. I should get up and have a shower, but think i'll have another hour, Finally, she got out of bed, looked at the jobs that lay ahead. And promptly she went back to bed.

Now old and stooped, his hair now grey, the years has taken his looks away. How handsome he was when he was young, girls flocked around him in a throng. I thought he would never notice me, but then he turned and smiled. I felt in a trance, when he asked me to dance....

He packed his bag,and was to leave, I love another, he had said, and she means the world to me. I watched him as he drove away, no tears were shed by me. At last i had my freedom back, to do just as i pleased. Another woman has him now. I'm glad he's not with me

How did i get this old she thought, staring in the mirror on the wall. I used to be quite pretty in my day, so long ago and far away.That lined old face had seen so much of life you see, good, bad and sometimes sad, it all came flooding back to me.The years had seemed...