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Jacinta 100WC

The sound of guns firing, babies crying, soldiers dying. The fear that the end is near. My dad has gone to war I can’t take it anymore. I have nightmares every night listening to the soldiers fight. I am now sixteen and all I can remember is that my dad loved me every year from January to December.

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Comments on: "Jacinta 100WC" (1)

  1. Fiona (Team 100WC) said:

    This is a lovely, poetic piece of work, Jacinta. The rhyming is very clever and I was hooked all the way through. Great work- well done.
    Fiona (Team 100WC)

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