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Our Youth Days rush by like a stream in the night. How did we ever survive the lost days of our lives? Springtime’s full of..

The night song waited She was caught in his embrace. Unwilling to move, for fear it would all disappear. His finger caressed the side of he..

Brenda, Tammy and Jessie were escorted to another room. The room had a high ceiling and no windows; all four walls were covered with larg..

A Thing A thing is just a thing until it becomes more that just a thing. If Socrates and Plato were to sit down at the table and discus..

The Question What if, we are not who we are? What if, we are someone else, and just looking through their eyes? Could we ever find..

For Freedoms Glory Sabers crossed and spurs dug deep. The charge was made, their honor would keep. Cannon balls roared and shots ra..

A place of Glory Stand and fight, may the hordes come before us. Stand a fight by my side, my dear brothers. Let arrows fly our f..

The thing that caused me so much pain I sit here pondering life, oh what a dirty tale it is. It starts slow building pressure. The p..

My first Dance Ever Hello, I bow and ask, may I have this dance please. I hold out my hand (taking a chance). I apologize I will st..

Life Would a bird chirp and call you a thing? Does a mountain roar and say many things? Does a river flow and say it does not know? ..