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For the last two hours, Slim has been tracking the Indian pony's trail. He would not rest until the bandit is brought to justice. The pony’s tra..
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My eighty-seven year old grandma now has alzheimer's and for two full weeks she would tell us about a snake and or a bear that would shake her house...
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Cactus Slim's Halloween Tale
still to wordy
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Slim thought of the changing world. He was proud that no change had found his hilltop, except that of fall to winter. He laughed, at himself, for bei..
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Tender is my memory, of loves first bloom
Yesterdays, blend into the Sea, of, Now
For now, are you in my heart, as were you, back then
And now my h..
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I see your fear
Fear is a cursed thing
It comes not from above
It binds your feet to the ground
And churns your feelings all around
Till it..
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I have written a bedtime story for each of my grandkids about their last day in heaven, before their birth.
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Mystery of the night through the eyes of a child
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A fishing story with a morral: always dress at home.
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Slim thought of the changing world and it’s lost innocence. He was proud that no change had found his hilltop, except that of fall to winter. ..
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