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Uranium Sands
Before the bombs
the water was clean,
before the bombs
there was air you could breathe,
before the bombs
there was food to eat,
before the bombs
I had a family.
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the water was clean,
before the bombs
there was air you could breathe,
before the bombs
there was food to eat,
before the bombs
I had a family.
Simply
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m
p
t
y
.
Published 15th Nov 2019
Author's Note
My photo of my grandparents, great grandma and aunts, uncle and cousins in Kirkuk Northern Iraq. 1960s.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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15th Nov 2019 9:35pm
17th Nov 2019 12:59pm
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17th Nov 2019 12:31pm
Thank you very kind of you.
and yes its northern Iraq lot of Kurdish in Kirkuk
and yes its northern Iraq lot of Kurdish in Kirkuk
22nd Nov 2019 1:30pm
You know that i get this so well.
Being a child of war, a transplant as an adult, never really owning anything and never really feeling at home anywhere.
Being a child of war, a transplant as an adult, never really owning anything and never really feeling at home anywhere.
22nd Nov 2019 5:18pm
25th Nov 2019 2:28am
Spiral effect in rhythm and content cascade is a keen way to funnel your audience to a point. Quietly sharp, the tack on the way to the toilet in the middle of the night
