http://slow.writerscafe.org/TerryG The original writings of author Terryg en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776184641 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Help! The firefly,She's gone. Her light's out.Put some Kerosene in my lamp, Teri go. Leave this town now on an enchanted journey. You can do this.Go to where the fairylights glow all night.Check all the bars and churches.Go check by the sea.Hire a boat... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryG/840615/ There’s a little girlat school (the bus brings her and others hereby the dozens" and lets them out) and she somehowknowsall the faculty’s pets’names by heart.Yep, all of them.‘Wish someone would h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryG/837239/ Certain creatures love too much, I think.Such as the black widow spider, who eats her mateafter sex. Now that's love extreme.And what about the praying mantiswho bites the head from her irresistible lover. 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