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Hop Picking And Love
Desperate poverty in The East End of London all too true
Ten-year-old Alice never complained, what good would it do?
She had reached the age to travel with her family to Kent.
Leaving behind the dirt and smog, their struggle to pay rent
Hop picking in 1920 the children did their share of grafting
Alice loved the clean air, the food, the banter and chatting
She fell in love with K...
Wednesday 16th August 2023 9:04 am
I will be your moon
Let me move to a new place,
Where none knows my name,
And I know they will start judging,
As Everyone is just the same.
But till then ,
Let me find a new love,
New memories to let go my pain,
You can take my hand,
And please ask me to dance in the rain.
I know our love would break,
Just like all other affairs I had,
Some would say I had no brains,
And I am the reason you are sad,
B...
Sunday 27th January 2019 10:52 am
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