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SECLUSIONA Poem by john Robinsonfighting. |
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Up the CreekA Poem by bigfootprintFaith looks to mercies rife |
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Siren's MelodyA Chapter by Beth LindsayA song that keeps playing in my headImportant lyrics, but I forget As the static is turned up a degreeI try to resist, but fail because I’m weak.. |
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Never too old!A Poem by OnlymeMY friend decided to go into the naughty shopand get her man a treat.she got him a leather bright red jock strapAnd a pair of kinky soft red fluffy ha.. |
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Another day.A Story by john RobinsonJust another day |
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Implications of StoneA Poem by bigfootprintWe get a stone marker for pretense We get bits of dust to be dispursed |
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Chamomile TeaA Poem by LE BerryMoments of an old woman's life. |
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HumankindA Poem by Farag AfifyLooking forward to have a friendly language that every friend can speak disregarding his/her language, location, living level, education level, age, g.. |
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Our Featured PrivilegeA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic her..Time is forever our constant... resist, and risk losing sight of the gift that is "getting older." So, to that... a quick nonet. |
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DyingA Poem by Written Depressiona poem of a girl dying from her heartbreak |
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The Young Girl in the MirrorA Story by Lunayouth and beauty are never lost. |
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How time fliesA Poem by StoneWrote this during my birthday. Was feeling nostalgic and whimsicle too |
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System Of StarsA Poem by Earl SchumackerA mystery of light and history |
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The Shrinking SeasonA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Shrinking Seasonby Michael R. BurchWith every wearying yearthe weight of the winter growsand while the schoolgirl outgrowsher clothes,the widow di.. |
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Practice Makes Perfect (for Eternity)A Poem by Michael R. BurchPractice Makes Perfectby Michael R. BurchI have a talent for sleep;it’s one of my favorite things.Thus when I sleep, I sleep deep ...at least ti.. |
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Leave TakingA Poem by Michael R. BurchLeave Takingby Michael R. BurchBrilliant leaves abandon battered limbsto waltz upon ecstatic windsuntil they die.But the barren and embittered trees,l.. |
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BesiegedA Poem by Michael R. BurchBesiegedby Michael R. BurchLife -- the disintegration of the fleshbefore the fitful elevation of the soulupon improbable wings?Life -- it is all we kn.. |
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