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Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776087498 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yeah, it really sucks outthere in the poeticabyss of the day . . .your heart and wine glassis bone dry and your key board crumbles under your  touch . . . So, just take a deep pause,gently decant some wine and relax . . . those Writers in theCafe will clear your head.~~.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreNorton55/2875856/ Choices http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreNorton55/2839558/ My dad once told me there are people out there who don't know much, andotherpeople who don't suspect much.Truth be told, that would be me on both counts. You see, it all passed me by, and I'llbe damnedbut I thought I knew what I was doing."What the hell was Ith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreNorton55/2808925/ We All Dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreNorton55/2808889/ I seek the cool comfort of your shadow.I seek the warm comfort of your smiles. I seek your gentle touch that sooths my brow.I seek your erotic touch that entices. You are opposing forces but not contradictory.  Copyright © C. 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