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The King was drinking in Malwood Hall,
There came in a monk before them all:
He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight,
''Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.'
The old man stared up at the mistletoe
That hung too high in the poplar's crest for plunder
Of any climber, though not for kissing under:
HERE, where the surges of a world of sea
Break on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,
Four fair young queens their lonely splendour keep,
Each in a city throned. The first is she
(Karl Popper (1902-1994) .
Indeed it was you, Karl, who left Vienna
not a moment too soon, as it turned out,
Some scientists had located a missing geological piece, therefore,
They found a puzzle of plate tectonics in the Southwest Pacific Ocean.
East and West Antarctica had spread twenty-six million years before.
The rift between them opened one hundred miles due to this motion.
earth mobile surface divided into tectonic plates
Alpine fault cross hair connects two subduction margins
New Zealand continent sits on plate boundaries
An earthquake struck New Zealand's city of Christchurch on Tuesday
Burying vehicles under debris and collapsing buildings into the streets.
Police announced a curfew and the city was shut down on Wednesday,
Rescuers scrambled to reach beneath the rubble the residents.
Christ church Cathedral Strawberry Festival
the Cathedral is red
on the cake
80% of city
has no water
I too feel
At Teacher’s College in Christchurch New Zealand years ago.
The tutor gave us teacher trainee students a moral lesson.
She said ‘If a student asks you a teacher this moral question.’
‘Is it wrong to steal? ’ You must answer the student thus.
May God remember
Christchurch, New Zealand—
Who’ve suffered ruin
In their land.
to Christchurch in 83
a toy town
Male. Short. Knowing. Aging.
Sibling of Sharon and Annette.
It’s a small town.
It’s only a suburb.
But it’s a nice suburb.
we have damage
might be worse?
with strong after
shocks my street?
Even bad things does happen in a beautiful City in a beautiful Land
What has happened on March the fifteenth in Christchurch New Zealand seems so hard to understand
When some fifty people were murdered and many more badly injured in their houses of prayer
Sadly such massacres of innocent people are nowadays no longer rare
Christchurch, you woke us up!
It's time when daffodils are blooming,
Colourful tulip buds start bursting,
Murder! ! ! Terror! ! Murder she wrote; in Christchurch (New Zealand) !
Unable to understand the state of the mind of the attacker;
Children being killed as well! ! Victims! ! ! Including Mucad!
Attacker! Terrorist! ! Able to kill people praying at two Mosques on Friday;
The beautiful flower of Kilmeedy in Kilmeedy she did not stay
In the green valley on view of Clara where she first looked on the lamp of day
It is said she is living in Christchurch New Zealand from her first home in distance far away
Married with young children to a New Zealander this is what those in the know of her does say
Nature can be so unpredictable look at what happened in Christchurch today
A Tuesday and business as usual and everything did seem okay
But suddenly the ground started shaking and great buildings like dominos did fall
And among the panic and commotion trapped people for help heard to call
Oh 'Christchurch' of New Zealand! !
Nature's strong hands tolled on you and the whole land was destroyed;
And it now looks like a scene after the war,
But who can control nature's strong hands?
Prime Minister John Key of New Zealand,
Let us think of how best to build back 'Christchurch';
For the heavy earthquake came and destroyed everything!
I live in a green china bowl
A place where the sun don’t shine
Where dreams run wild, looking for an exit, but there is none
Where spider webs are spun and hung
Beneath city cubicles of Christchurch there are many wares
People passing with hardly a glance, to show ones they care
Come hither sign-posts lavished, for gifts, to lure or try
All- for one gypsy centre, that seduce the envious to sigh
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