I think this is one of the oldest books that I own, it belonged to my great aunt Hilda. I can remember her fondly as when ever I wanted to run away I popped next door but one to her house. 94 more words
13 hours, 8 minutes ago
‘Never before in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so
many to so few.’
Winston Churchill 1940
The siren scrambles the spitfire squadron… 130 more words
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 1,072 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire. 38 more words
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1 month, 3 weeks ago
This horse I thought I’d ride
Is dead. Why try to flog it?
Might as well get off the thing.
Don’t think to drag it… 86 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
A mine spread out its vast machinery.
Here engines with their huts and smoky stacks,
Cranks, wheels, and rods, boilers and hissing steam,
Pressed up the water from the depths below. 528 more words
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