Seedling
Money is not
The root
Of all evil
Trees do not
Hang men
From branches
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My name is Oliver. Originally I set out from Dublin to London to teach English. I ventured into Youth and Community work.Then I went back into schooling, working with youngsters many schools didn't want.
Now I'm retired. I enjoy walking the streets of London and getting on with my own education. I have a lot of catching up to do.
Now I'm retired. I enjoy walking the streets of London and getting on with my own education. I have a lot of catching up to do.
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