http://slow.writerscafe.org/AravisGirl The original writings of author by S.D. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013028 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One:Out in the coldA stick for my toolsDigging for goldOh, what a foolSeems like I'm richMy stick is my saberMade a palace outta ditchWhat a grand caper!Come morningMy hands are frozenMoney's a worthless tokenMy stick is brokenAnd fool's gold stolenTwo:Dug up some rocksThat shone a bright yellowI ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AravisGirl/956661/ A song that doesn't have a tune yet :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AravisGirl/956649/ Marah’s shift ended half past three. By then, the moon had set and the sky had a vague blue cast. Her apartment wasn’t far. Close to the railroad. A train was sounding its presence at this very moment. Marah shared her rundown flat with a Goth named Veronica. 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