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 Six Months by Roberta Beach Jacobson Nobody mentioned all the doors would be locked, but Sarah sensed it from the moment the nurse left her alone. She's signed and dated the intake forms. Six months might feel like an extended stay. It would be summer before Sarah stepped outside again. She cursed the silence. Now what?

BBC News “ This is Radio Two. The BBC news read by John Thomas.” “ Good Morning. Following extensive public consultation, the government this morning removed the reigning monarch formerly known as King Charles the Third” “ Over to Robert Starling at Buckingham Palace.” “ Good morning, John. Mr Charles Windsor was arrested by officers from the Metropolitan Police in the early hours of this morning and he has been taken to what they describe as a 'safe palace'. “ An hour later, a chauffeur-driven limousine arrived at the palace to deliver a canary, who has been named as 'Binky'. Members of the public at the gates have been turning up dressed in yellow; some of them have had yellow face paint and hair dye too; as a mark of respect. The yellow flag is flying over Buckingham Palace for the first time. “ This will be Britain's first avian monarch. The closest analogy was when George the Third made his tree prime minister. The government has announced that the...

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When the Clock strikes twelve at midnight’s hour   Each beginning leaves a spark Every spark becomes a flame Life is turning, slowly, softly As the years tick by the same   When the clock strikes twelve at midnight’s hour The year a brand new start Every promise feels more honest Every hope comes from the heart While the year is starting over Let it start with something true In the quiet of the New Year All my wishes turn to you   The world will hold its breath tonight In streetlights' silver glow There’s truth’s in words we never said And thoughts we’ve yet to know The future lives above our heads Like fireflies in the dark As the old year bids us farewell The new about to start We’re counting down the what’s and if’s And smile at faults we see All the broken resolutions Teach us who we’re meant to be Hands are cold, but hearts are warm As tomorrow comes in view A blank page waiting patiently For something bri...