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Love plays the keys he splays,so do the ones that come to hear him, which to stay.He glides the night,a robe of darkness through and through,though th..
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What lay upon,the ugly,the choices not taken.Then came sky,the blue rose across hills,greenest of grass,paved of outcrops come.A new day has become,an..
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Bark!
Bark!The neighbor’s dogs stood, their
fence drenched in the dew of a late nights rain. Their eyes gleamed the
moonlight playing upon th..
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On his ninth birthday, Billy received out of sea blue
stripped package, a rose red of a car. The enamel shined, its light covered in
the smile of a ..
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One hundred percent swam across the
driver’s test slip, all in glossy red, just like Billy’s new car he was not
aware of, yet. A grin sp..
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A boy sees what he wants- a car. Now as an adult, he has it. A story is like a road trip; you drive and drive, sometimes you get there, sometimes you ..
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Trickling,what a beautiful sound, really.You must make not even a whisper to hear.-----Our hands hold,we must keep out the cold.The stream rises,dips,..
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A thrash came through,the needles of pine came,sought.The hunched over man,his necktie dangled,the water coming to his eyes.He grasped the box,handles..
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I'll be short and quick,faster than it takes a frog to lick.The story is quite sad,but for some it makes quite mad.It is your choice and yours only,bu..
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The youngest of three,which was it that would climb the tree?The softest of wind cascades,the rusting of rungs,the time and place but in strong.The re..
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