Misunderstood Like “Et tu Brute” Like hating brothers, Pain and love locked Like “Et tu Brute” Like hating brothers
May never come. The orcs hold up the putrid decay once a man’s foot Sniff it and toss it into the cauldron, and scratch The
What are we teaching our kids? Life is becoming so demanding, that we don’t tolerate each other. Life has become so artificial, that we have
Trust is the dragonfly of days of drench, Though both brothers bother same from the same trench, Wherein chains chip away their days into nothingness.
To all Teachers: 5, 10 and 15 those three numbers which represent all you were to me:
End of nursery, end of primary, end of secondary and start university!
Bedtime Wars #sleepWars we fight with kids