Show pageBacklinksBack to top This page is read only. You can view the source, but not change it. Ask your administrator if you think this is wrong. At times, I sit and wonder\\ Where everyone has gone to;\\ Their families and friends they run to,\\ Their regrets they cannot undo.\\ Then this feeling, times a hundred,\\ Comes to tear my heart asunder.\\ With this same sun we toil under,\\ And same lives, here and yonder,\\ I cannot help but start to ponder\\ Why we're not a little fonder --\\ I wish there was a word for that\\ //-- by Shoshan, student of Cheres// fragment_11.txt Last modified: 2025/10/21 10:31by gm_tara