August 4th, 2005A Chapter by Shannon
I think Anne was in my room. My sage plant was on the floor and the pictures I was going to put in my scrapbook were all over the floor. I can't be mad at her though, she got sick Saturday, and she really doesn't look so good.
I hung my wreathe up on the wall, it's so peaceful to look at. © 2012 Shannon |
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1 Review Added on January 25, 2012 Last Updated on January 25, 2012 AuthorShannonPAAboutI joined this site in 2009, when I was writing poetry exclusively. However my range has expanded and blended. My once short poems are now some sort of descriptive paragraph/free verse hybrid. I .. more..Writing
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