http://slow.writerscafe.org/theduckie The original writings of author The Duckie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050663 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I laid my eyes upon her,Her hand reaching out for me.I don't know what she wanted,But, that warm inviting smiling,That glimmer that reflecting off her eyes from the sunset,It was too much to resist.And although I never understood the heaviness of that moment,I reached for her hand, And then qui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theduckie/1185857/ I pull the latex off, stare at the continuing ruin of the land known as Xanga.... and shed a duck tear.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theduckie/1184237/