http://slow.writerscafe.org/houghc The original writings of author Courtney Hough en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976098 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You ever have a craving? One that’s not good.It comes knocking once in awhile. You wonder if you should. Can I indulge?No one really knows.But your mind starts to hiss,“See what unfolds.” So you walk to the kitchen,You look all around.Until you see it,The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/houghc/2824941/ They say family is strong,Like links of a chain. But how strong is that? If half is rusted by rain? You shelter some,The rest? Neglect.You make sure half is strong. The rest? Reject. It could be so much,The chain could be longer!Instead some are favored, F**k! This could be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/houghc/2782089/ The time has come,You’ll be physically here. So tiny so pure,Shhhh baby, nothing to fear. Mommy has you now, Oh my darling little miss.I cannot wait to hold you.And give you your first kiss. 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