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| EYES
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| A SIMPLE GIRL
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| 8-13
| | The king laughs upon me... | | Words: | 143 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| A TALE OF TWO CONVERSATIONS
| | ‘I just don’t know if I should do this or not,’ said Mrs. Purcell as she moved slowly about the room. ‘I just don’t know.’ She was speaking more to herself than to the boy. The boy was... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-08-08 |
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| FIRST TIME VIEW
| | Standing upon the rise,... | | Words: | 141 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| BEREAVEMENT
| | Note.......there's a rhyme pattern here lines 1/4 2/5 3/6 of each six-pack As I was walking a country road, I saw a young girl in a field, A young girl collecting flowers, And her arms overflowed.... | | Words: | 305 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| THE SNOW MONSTER
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| HOW LOVED
| | If I were to count her attributes upon finger,... | | Words: | 138 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| OUR LOST LOVE
| | There is the fire... | | Words: | 93 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| ONCE AGAIN
| | Again I flounder in the filthy river;... | | Words: | 120 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| NEWS MEDIA
| | Crazy Frank’s on the corner again,... | | Words: | 152 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| MEETING
| | If my path had been one of heroic pursuit;... | | Words: | 169 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| ALL THE WAY TO DAWN
| | The prostitute was standing in front of the mirror, combing her hair, hair which passion had comically disarrayed. She had already re-dressed, and the man lying on the bed suddenly realized that her... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 27-04-08 |
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| THERE SHE GOES
| | I’m lying here in this hospital bed, aching like hell. My head feels like a baseball that Mark Mcgwire has mashed to the moon. ************************************ The two of them had been friends.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 23-04-08 |
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| IMPATIENCE
| | Waiting at love’s door,... | | Words: | 93 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| KNOWLEDGE OF LOVE
| | In what temerity do you engage,... | | Words: | 235 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| MORNING AGAIN
| | The morning is awaking like a nightmare;... | | Words: | 115 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| CLOTHES
| | See all the people at the Savior store,... | | Words: | 194 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| LOVE, CAN YOU?
| | We are sitting there,... | | Words: | 141 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| BEDROOM VERSE
| | The bedsprings sigh,... | | Words: | 87 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| WASTED LINES
| | One afternoon,... | | Words: | 165 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| DISCONNECTED
| | The bartender recognized the customer who had just entered the bar, and recognizing, rolled his eyes deprecatorily. He approached the customer slowly, almost reluctantly. ‘What can I do for you,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 15-02-08 |
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| SUN ECLIPSED
| | Mountain mocking my minute-hand ways;... | | Words: | 63 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| LOSING ONE'S MIND OVER THE PROSPECT OF ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE
| | Advice given involving future developments, the ‘good’ or ‘bad’ aspect of the guidance, is, quite obviously, a matter of chronological confession: Time Will Tell. ‘Bad’ advice, of course,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-02-08 |
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| HEAVILY HIDDEN HEART
| | “Oh, heavily hidden heart, we eyes are dumb to defend: We are guilty at the gates of her allowance again. How feverishly we resolve to turn ourselves away, But the beauty of this intruder militates... | | Words: | 348 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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