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The Toxic Tank of Auburn Town

At five a.m. one summer day,In Auburn where the workmen stay,A man named Jeff, just twenty-five,Was up and ready, strong, alive. He grabbed a can from off the rack,Then strode the hall and didn’t look back.At Bastion Plating, parts were made,With chrome and tools, in heat they wade. His job was tough, the risk was […]

The Scuba Hero of Ontario Lake

In Ontario’s woods, one peaceful day,Young Michael flipped through pics in May.Well, August, rather—summer’s gleam—Of diving deep and chasing dreams. Adrenaline ran in his blood,He scaled the peaks, he braved the floods.A knock then broke his quiet cheer,A frantic cop would soon appear. “A man is lost in yonder lake!We need your gear, for heaven’s

The Night Dr. Seuss Was Born (in Spirit)

In Dartmouth one night, back in ’25,A dorm room with laughter was fully alive.Ted was the host, just twenty-one,With gin in hand, the mischief begun. Now booze was banned in all the states,But rules, to Ted, were tempting fates.He knew full well it was the law—Still drank with friends without a flaw. Why such risk?

Just Do It – The Story Behind the Slogan

In Utah’s cold on a January day,A man named Gary was led the way.To an old food plant, long left to rust,Where silence reigned, and hopes were dust. With guards around on every side,No place to run, nowhere to hide.But Gary didn’t want to flee,He walked with calm, acceptingly. Inside the plant—so vast, so bare,One

The Deadly Gender Reveal: Pamela’s Tragic End

At four o’clock on Saturday, the sky was calm and bright,The backyard buzzed with joy and love, hearts glowing with delight.In Knoxville, Iowa, a family stood with cheer,To celebrate a baby soon to grace their lives so near. Pamela, aged fifty-six, with laughter in her eyes,Stood filming in her son’s backyard beneath the autumn skies.She

“The Kangaroo Gift” – The Story of Nyarri Morgan

In fifty-six, September’s end,Young Nyarri walked with childlike friends.Through Maralinga’s desert heat,They stalked the roos in dry retreat. Three brothers from the Martu clan,With spear and boomerang in hand.They hunted not for sport or fame,But for the kin from which they came. The kangaroos would dash and dart,Just as they’d nearly play their part.Again they

The Tale of Carlo Keefe

On April the twenty-second day,In Cumbria’s land, not far away,A father of three, brave Carlo Keefe,Embarked on a journey beyond belief. Adventurous, bold, and full of cheer,He loved to climb and crawl with no fear.This cave he’d known just once or twice,Seemed harmless, playful, calm, and nice. No map in hand, no need for dread,A

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