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James 2W

Poetry

CHRISTMAS

It’s Christmas here in Afrika, But you wouldn’t really know, There is no old time festive spirit, With no chance of any snow, As night falls I see them gather around the fire, They are strangely not so full of woe and need, I eye these troops I’ve trained and…
James 2W
15th December 2007
Poetry

When we were young

When we were young, without a care, Our toys amongst us we would share, Our bows and arrows, slung with laces, Gun shaped sticks, stuck in our braces, ‘BANG – BANG’ ‘your dead’ the cry would be, ‘OH no I’m not, you can’t kill me, Co’s I’m a tank, one…
James 2W
14th September 2006