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| | Lick these lips rather... | | Words: | 89 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| CROWNED GRAVES
| | When shall I regain my lost mind... | | Words: | 235 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| UNTIL THEN
| | Until you have stopped crying... | | Words: | 204 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| SWEET RIVAL
| | Had I time enough and skill... | | Words: | 120 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| SONG OF OUR DAY
| | What society is this?... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 06-04-06 |
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| EVICTED SQUATTER
| | Thunderously they tell me... | | Words: | 156 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Funneral Message
| | â??So you say Bigboy and his enlightened wife are not attending their grandfatherâ??s funeral? They have... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 06-04-06 |
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| HOME, BITTER HOME
| | Things have gone so bad. We had several breakdowns of the dilapidated rural chicken bus. Three, if... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 06-04-06 |
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