"Bombs of love"
Story by Eliza , for Joanna Poland

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I tossed and I turned all night. It was so cold in the cage. And tomorrow I'll have to be an evacuee. I'm so worried about mum & dad.

I knew no-one. My younger brothers were not with me. The lady called me and I came. In front of me was an old man called Mike. Inside the house were very old photos. He told me many stories and sang many songs. My fave song was "the white cliffs of dover." Mike told me that some day the sky will be filled with bombs of love. That put a picture in my head.





The End





Story by: Eliza, age 9, England 



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