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British soldier and statesman, Oliver Cromwell -
The Rump Parliament he sought to expel.
Some saw him as a hero of liberty.
Others condemned him for gross brutality.

Oliver Cromwell - Update

I     beseech   you    in
the bowels   of   Christ
think      it      possible
you  may   [really]   be
mistaken  [just wrong]

Death Mask

On a recent visit to Warwick Castle,
We saw the death mask of Oliver Cromwell:
The man famous for asking an artist to paint 
His portrait and show him warts and all.

I studied the stern features of the wax mask, 
And noted the prominent warts. 

He banned festivities, games and entertainments;
Had the joyless people preferred their lives
The way they once were with their king?
Or did they continue to rejoice the regicide?

As I studied Cromwell's likeness I wondered
Had the man who cast the mask thanked heaven
For ridding them of another dictator?



Jack Horne for Nette's Mask Time contest


All About Newark

I love the castle, I love the river
I love the city, Of Newark

The castle is like a big wall of history, next to the river which is like a massive water 
wilderness, in the city of Newark

I love the hills
 I love the Devon
 I love the converted boat in the city of Newark 

The hills are like a massive fortress
 which is like the river  Devon
 in the city of Newark 

I love the market I love church 
I love the queen of sconce where Oliver Cromwell fired his bullets 
which hit the church 
On September the 1st 

Now you see the wonders of Newark, people are like butterfly calm and gentle 
floating to and from the city of Newark 

BY JAMES CHRISTIAN

Newark

I love the castle, I love the river
I love the city, Of Newark
The castle is like a big wall of history, next to the river which is like a massive water 
wilderness, in the city of Newark
I love the hills, I love the Devon, love the converted boat in the city of Newark 
The hills are like a massive fortress, which is like the river of Devon, in the city of Newark 
I love the market I love church 
I love the queen of sconce where Oliver Cromwell fired his bullets which hit the church 
On September the 1st 
Now you see the wonders of Newark, people are like butterfly calm and gentle floating to 
and from the city of Newark

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