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Unfortanately, because of insurance, he couldn't bring me aboard the bus. So he drove me to a truck stop in Whitestown, IN and gave me a little money..
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Four AM comes early. Red's knocking startled me out of a deep sleep. After breakfast we raced to the Grey Hound station in Indianapolis, just making t..
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My accounts of a current journey I'm on,
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Last night I wrote this listening to these birds singing in the palm trees.
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Some ramblings I had about my childhood. I wrote this a few years ago... I think under the influence, that's why it starts out a little strange :)
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The boy collapsed against a tall, shady oak. The sun was setting; he'd walked all day. He was tired. And hungry. He put his head in his hands and sigh..
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"How did you find out about this place?" Arnold asked. Their shadows were stretching out to their right as they hurried toward the inviting glow of a..
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Two young orphans board a train to a land looking for their family and a place to call their own.
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I wrote this about my first night in Phoenix, AZ.
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The first questioneveryone's inevitablygoing to ask me is why I left, and I know in their minds, they'll think they already know the answer. A few mon..
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