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pull by the roots

A Poem by Anna Auel

It was Sunday,the first hottest day of the week.The road was bright the houses squinted with the glare.His car, my boyfriend's car has no air conditio..

Last Dance - My Sugar

A Poem by Vikrantsingh

Dad dying and her daugter came to meet him..

3. Filling the Grave

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson

Tania would be wise to be careful...