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There Are Borders Here, too!A Chapter by C.R. RathkampAugust 06, 2013 |
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The First Autumn I KnewA Story by AntoñyoIt was the first of Autumn, and I had no idea what was in store when she suggested that I walk off some nervous energy. City boy in the.. |
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petroglyphsA Poem by Dana Alsamsamif the beaded velvet of the night skyis not holy wateri see no reason to be baptized.with the ebb and flowof the moon tide over our bodiesthe archaic .. |
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So Long EighteenA Poem by papermush08Dear 18, see you in memory |
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THE END OF AUGUSTA Poem by rutherfordEven the sun seems lethargicA runny red yoke, reluctant to riseIts tired rays bathe the street in sepia and melancholyYour lush green lawn of Mayis no.. |
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I HAVE A DREAM (Echo)A Poem by poetdougThis is a prayer in Memorial of the August, 1963 speech Made by Dr. Martin Luther King |
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What This Summer Gave MeA Poem by kera moondustSummers over and I'm in San Francisco have a poem about it =) |
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AccidentA Story by someoneweirdI cried the most when you died. After everyone left the funeral, I stayed, knelt at your newly dug grave and sobbed. I couldn't bring myself to leave .. |
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Lies of a Brooklyn TeenagerA Book by Ajanae ThomasHere We Meet Rashad. Rashad Falls In Love With A Thot From School Named Tamia. Now It's Up To Rashad To Stop All The Mayhem That This Girl Has Cause.. |
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SummerA Poem by ZenSweat gathers at my pits and theBack of my knees.It dries sticky.Upon my browMore sweat beads.My skin is clammy,But I pant.My room is a makeshift saun.. |
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AugustA Poem by thatemogirl16I've never liked the month of August, so it's kind of like a ranting poem and all of the pain it's full of. |
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Blue Eyed LiarsA Poem by kera moondustWell I guess August doesn't get better after all. |
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You have never left the building.A Poem by HereComesTheSunA poem I wrote on August 16th 2014. |
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Late SummerA Poem by Robert RonnowIt has been beautiful, late August, full moona million crickets followinga million fireflies in June,a million May peepers. Immersedin insect, amphibi.. |
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The Writer Working HardA Poem by Robert RonnowThis morning I put the apostrophe inand this afternoon I took it out.Oscar Wilde's comic witabout the writer working hard.Revision has lately become t.. |
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Undersky Sleeping, HousekeepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith a sitting rock,an oak. In backyards, shagbark hickory and maple.Ants climb the rock.August, birdscelebrate floweringweeds, the se.. |
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