I can also assure him that anyone bullied for whatever reason at school has a very clear memory of it, even if you forget doing it…
I can also assure him that anyone bullied for whatever reason at school has a very clear memory of it, even if you forget doing it…
If you were abused or bullied at school you remember it, Mr Farage, you remember it vividly.
bullies however, sometimes do forget the things they did that they would rather not remember…
If you were abused or bullied at school you remember it, Mr Farage, you remember it vividly.
bullies however, sometimes do forget the things they did that they would rather not remember…
I remember how shocked they were by the photos I showed them of
boys so like them, all in uniform, leaving for France. Some lied about their age to recruiters
one soldier in the trenches was just 12
I remember how shocked they were by the photos I showed them of
boys so like them, all in uniform, leaving for France. Some lied about their age to recruiters
one soldier in the trenches was just 12
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The memory of an Oak is written within
Unseen til death
Memories of
sunrise and sunset
hard winters
dark summers
gentle rain
plenty and drought
More changes than our memory ever holds
And now
We trace those years with our fingers, touching history we can only imagine
The memory of an Oak is written within
Unseen til death
Memories of
sunrise and sunset
hard winters
dark summers
gentle rain
plenty and drought
More changes than our memory ever holds
And now
We trace those years with our fingers, touching history we can only imagine