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DiversityLook here, / Come closer and look, / That's it...

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"Love is my colour..."White is the colour of my true love’s cherry cheeks, / White is the colour of my true love’s tantalizing teeth, / White is the colour of my true love’s foxy fingertips,

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Journey to MeccaJourney to Mecca – The IMAX Experience / Imagine the scene... There are crowds of people milling about, some in queues, some chatting by the windows, others sipping a warm drink. There are children playing in corners, babies drinking milk, and wherever you look you see people of all creeds and races united under the banner of a shared humanity. And what is the reason for this diverse cross section of society to be present in one place on a quiet and sleepy Sunday afternoon at Birmingham’s ThinkTank? The answer is right there across the busy foyer. It is a poster for a new IMAX film called “Journey to Mecca”. The very air bubbles with excitement and expectation as the cinema staff cut the proverbial ribbon and usher the people into the auditorium. / Space, vast and open, is the first thing that hits the audience as they take their seats and let their eyes wander over the immense spectrum of the IMAX screen. A map unfurls across the screen and a narrator explains the time and lays down the background to the scene that is about to commence. The year is 1325, the place is Tangier and the story is about a man who is about to embark upon a journey to the holy city of Mecca on a pilgrimage. The charismatic young man is Ibn Battuta, he stares at the stars that twinkle across the canvas of the night sky and he dreams of spires, of domes, of jewelled cities that sparkle in the desert sands, and his vision swoops like a falcon over the alleys and streets of the kingdom until they rest upon the Ka’aba, the sacred building at the heart of Islam.

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The Ballad of Jack O’LanternSaid the Prince unto his raven-haired Lady as he rode and galloped away, / He leaned back and this is what he had to say: / “Beware the moor, beware the fog, beware the nightly shadow of Jack O’Lantern!

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Somme HarvestThis poem is dedicated to the fallen of the First World War, and also, to all those we have lost in the years since. / - Somme Harvest - / In the early morning

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Sell HerculesFreedom is premium priced, / At the casino of the world nations throw the dice, / The tables are rigged by the fat rats and mice,

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Upon hearing of the death of the Monarch of the Moorlands**NOTE** - *The largest animal in Great Britain, a red stag named Emperor who stood over 9ft tall, was last night shot dead by a trophy hunter. The antlers of the majestic deer are highly prized, and after pictures of the stag appeared in the national press last week, the animal was tracked and killed in Exmoor, Devon.* / These mist covered mountains of the highlands, / ‘twas here that I once freely wandered upon nature’s pasture grounds,

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The Water-GoblinLong ago in shadows when the world was in magic robed, / Thus begins this tragic tale from times old, / A Mother and a bright girl did have a cottage near a hill,

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Bonfire Nights in Early SpringThe walking dead slumber with deadly aim / and let sleeping dogs die, / Mongrels

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The Cross of St. George of the CrusadesThere was no dragon / And there was no girl with hands bound with pearls, / *But…*

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