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The sun is setting and the sky begins its fade to black. The day is over, what's done is done. There is no taking back. The things I saw th..

Love poem

Is it such a sin for the reasons we are not together. The distance between us is no blessing. I pray one day we become one and celebrate. ..

A wonderful friend from high school called me out of the blue and I was excited to hear her voice.

I was inspired to write this from the lonely feeling of sitting in a laundry mat.

This poem is about a thunderstorm that rolled through our area a week before Christmas.

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