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Dawning the end of perlious time
Where the green grass still grows
From pockets that are short a dime
Nethanderthalic behaviors do know
Caught i..
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A Story by wim99
Have you ever wondered why the pink blossoms of passion, on the Japanese maple tree that you and your father planted, are replaced with waxy plasti..
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Late one afternoon, I was out back painting the finishing touch's, on the red lifeguard stand on Huntington beach, California. Besides working the bri..
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Late during the midnight hour
The dark raven's wing in flight
Streetlamps bright with power
Winds of darkened sin do fight
The castle's gate gua..
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From the darkest days of the mental health system, which have evoloved during the last two thousand years, much progress has been made. The mental..
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From when the mind was slipping
I do not know
From the frienships we've had
That did'nt grow
With the family disputes unresolved
We could not tal..
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Ohio poem
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There is an answer, to your question
That is silently answered, within
From where it is, you were born
When your new lifetime, will begin
A plac..
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It was the Irish Necromancer's creed
A rare trait of the undead leader
To store one's living soul, as a liche
Only to transform oneself, into..
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A cure for homelessness
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