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Gas Masks for Khan Sheikhoun

Have you heard? They’re sending people to Mars. It seems to me… Crazy? Mars is hostile to life. You can’t even breathe the air! How will they survive? Well, we’ll make them a refuge, of course. It’s only Right. We value their lives – The forefront of humanity – We must make sure they thrive.…


It doesn’t matter what she looks like.  Nor her plumes  Not her shape, nor even her size.  Her age irrelevant her skin unrealised When she looks eye to eye and speaks her beauty blooms! For once her petals open it is discovered  Woman blossoms when she feels beloved. – Manly, Australia. I wrote this poem…

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