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Chapter NineteenA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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Strangers kissA Story by Deborah Shepard |
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A. T. T.A Poem by Kristi BrooksThis is a recreation of my first real date with my current husband...And no, the ink was not in the form of a name. |
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Chapter TwentyA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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Chapter Twenty oneA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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Heinz 57A Poem by Kristi BrooksA look at the oddity that is American culture in all its glory. |
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DisapointedA Poem by Patrica AlvarezThis is just about how my writings misteriously disapeared.........i'm upset. I just dont' understand why they'd be gone. |
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Chapter Twenty-twoA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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Chapter Twenty-threeA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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Fly Boy, Thats what we knew him asA Story by Shadow WalkerRead it you might like it You never know. I thought of it as I was Fishing I restored it THANK YOU GOOGLE |
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Chapter Twenty-fourA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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Is this the end my friend or just a..A Story by Shadow Walker�Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.� �Suicide is man's way of telling God, "You can't fire me - I quit."� |
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Yet Another GoneA Story by Shadow Walker"It has been said that the worst part about aging and getting old is that you see friends die around you, the problem is that when those people say this they are like sixty, so what happens when .. |
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Chapter twenty-sixA Chapter by MistyJRose |
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No Title Can Explain ThisA Story by Shadow Walker"I hope we all die together, So that None of us ever have to die Alone." ~Alexander R.Walker |
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Once Upon a TimeA Poem by Angelus SanctiThought I'd just test the waters by submitting one or two of my old poems. It's weird how things run full circle sometimes. |
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La Pieta as a DancerA Poem by Katie MooreAn alternative view of divine mourning. |
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The White Studded Jacket SocietyA Story by Shadow Walker�When helicopters were snatching people from the grounds of the American embassy compound during the panic of the final Vietcong push into Saigon, I was sitting in front of the television .. |
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426 MacDonald StreetA Poem by Casanovaa poem about my boyhood home and the memories we leave behind |
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