I found the pen.

Mightier than the sword,

stoned and bored.

The dahlia needs supporting,

time without mention,

their was a stabbing at the end of our road,

America has freed the weed.

The Angel of the North,

that sand castle in Porth,

a billion stars,

a rover on Mars.

Fall is floating round,

hear the sound,

copper beech,

does this peace reach?

Ukraine sings together,

the weather is cold;

Nazanin Zaghari Ratcliffe cuts her hair.

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Image, Gold plating, the Jewellery Quarter, Birmingham