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'11/11/11' By Holly I


Finally the horror has ended,
But lots of broken hearts will never be mended,
For millions of poor soldiers will not live to see the day,
When all the chaos and destruction was taken away,
No mans land is no longer deserted,
Although many lost bodies still lie there,
Their friends and families still care,
And all the brave soldiers will never be forgotten,
For they ended the rotten,
WORLD WAR ONE.

 

Harry G's Metaphor poem


The thief is a scuttling crab.
Secretive and crafty.
He pinches with covered hands.
With his shielded back and beady eyes.
He never buys

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