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Kaitlin May 15
Out in the penetrating haze
Of the natural world
Weapons are used, not made.
No battle is a war
Out in natural light.
And weapons are used, not made.
Indifferent as she is,
Nature picks no side,
And so weapons are used, not made.
When something is born,
In natural light
It is born creature, helpless
So no weapon is born to be made.
Yet under lightbulb, in man's metal warehouse
In sanitary stink and entombed disembodiment,
Some weapons are bred to be played.
Tom Fawley Jan 2016
Come up north to see the great outdoors
rolling hills, scenes leaving you wanting more
never mind the weather, whether its rain or shine,
grab a pint and sit down and enjoy our way of life.

Born and bred northern boy
But no flat cap or courderoys,
Yorkshire til the day I die, I'll represent that West Yorks sign.
Faithful to my northern life, faithful to my northern rhyme
Brought up well with northern vibes through hard times, miners strike.
Times when maggie thatcher tried to stir up **** with lies designed
got miners and police to fight ruthless battles between both sides.
But don't believe that southern hype, it redefined our future times,
redefined our future lines, redefined the northern kind,
Redefined our northern humour, redefined our northern style,
Tourists come from far and wide to find out what the north is like expecting lack of cultured life,
But we're not all uncultured swines and we don't all live farmers lives and you all love our northern minds,
Relax, enjoy this countryside

Come up north to see the great outdoors
rolling hills,scenes leaving you wanting more
now never mind the weather, whether its rain or shine,
grab a pint and sit down and enjoy our way of life.
Where I'm from
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