Cherrie
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The PatronA Story by Cherrieat the Writer's Cafe |
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Where is my heart?A Poem by CherrieWhere is my heart? It is with you. That is why your world I pursue. The rhythm of love is yours to command. Time stands still just by hold.. |
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No-ter-dayA Poem by Cherrieplaying with words served on the rocks |
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Winter's CoatA Poem by CherrieWinter's coat is not yet fastened.As I catch myself yearning forthe buds of Spring. |
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The Big RedA Book by CherrieWoodrow Wilson Wheeler, al so known as Dub, short for the W's in his name, finds himself as hunter or possibly the hunted |
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Old Men Have Old Thing'sA Chapter by CherrieA faint echo filtered down the stairs. Our old yellow wall-mounted phone with its clear crisp rings creped under the basement door with ease. I mean, .. |
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The FrayA Chapter by CherrieMary and our closest neighbors have been at odds with each other nine years.I like to call it ‘the battle of the rock.’ I cannot throw m.. |
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Bad Day on Red RockA Chapter by CherrieThe rumbling bays of Shiner reverberated from the holler, trickling out like water from a spring. His deep-chested bark distinctively his lead the way.. |
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Trouble in the AirA Chapter by Cherrieclose |
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StandA Poem by CherrieHard things made right Can lead a man into the light. But when those things are left undone A wayward soul will begin to run. So, look you.. |
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