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| The Good Life
| | There is corn in the fields... | | Words: | 33 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| A concise history of rock
| | The Old Bluesman could have been Robert Johnson.But he wasn’t. He could have been Son House or Leadbelly or John Lee Hooker. He played a mean guitar and he said that he had given Old Slowhand guitar... | | Words: | 514 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| When I die
| | I grant you... | | Words: | 199 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Testament
| | I work with words... | | Words: | 195 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sara
| | Sara keeps all her heads... | | Words: | 57 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The hunter
| | Tell me, dear heart... | | Words: | 218 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| empty handed
| | I am beat... | | Words: | 63 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Death. A Fable. Chapter 1
| | This is about a man who dies and lives to tell the tale. Or so he thinks. Sure as shooting, we all die. There is no argument there. That’s the only thing that is certain in this whole damn business... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Fantasy | | Updated: | 01-04-08 |
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| A new day
| | It broods no good, I can tell... | | Words: | 71 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| 3 poems
| | 3 Poems... | | Words: | 499 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Cuckold
| | Cuckold... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 31-03-08 |
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