Cherrie
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Never The MasterA Story by CherrieYes, I will never be the master. But, with each word laid down the student- grows. |
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Heaven’s BalconyA Poem by CherrieHeaven’s lanai A grand overlook Of His majesty. God’s own handiwork Gold spun glass. That never dulls But shines with each n.. |
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PromenadeA Poem by CherrieOff went the promenade lights Stilled was the musical track Of Christmas Town. A bright Star beamed across the village Over the hot cocoa .. |
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The Dale BelowA Poem by CherrieThe fowl blowing of the gale, shrieks at me from a long forgotten place. The sun unwilling to reflect, hides behind a skirted sky. And i.. |
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glass beachA Poem by Cherrieclimb down to glass beach breaking waves spilling upon a handful of sand |
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On Rare OccasionsA Story by CherrieThis old feel-good feeling of cooking in the kitchen takes me back to a time when I both cooked and cleaned while standing on a footstool... |
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High UponThe MeadowA Poem by CherrieThe late grass of summer refused to release. Stretching ever higher to see across the stream. The water near the mountain that housed the ris.. |
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With The SunA Poem by CherrieI |
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