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The Dark
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The Forgotten—a Christmas Story
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Macy’s Christmas Paper
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Alfie Knight—a World War 1 poem
Alfie Knight Our Alfie Knight, he likes to fight, He’s nine years old, and plenty bold. He’s very strong, and never wrong. He’s got a bike, the little tyke, He wants a gun, he thinks it’s fun To go and fight, does Alfie Knight. Reckons shooting might be tooting, Reckons stabbing’s pretty fab and All…
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Christmas poems for children – Day 5
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Christmas poems for children – Day 4
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Christmas poems for children – Day 3
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Christmas poems for children – Day 2
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Christmas poems for children – Day 1
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A Poem for Magpie Charts
Here’s a poem for keepers of magpie charts everywhere. As you collect words like ‘crept’, ‘adorable’, and ‘irascible’, think what happens to the poor words they replace. Some Words Have Left Our Heart Some words have left our heart. They were forced to depart. Before protests could start. Some words have left our heart. Where…