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 I guess it’s beer for breakfast again... Yes, as a generation obsessed with alcohol, cupid’s flute beckons me to consume booze, it’s... [read more] |
 This spell bring you to me Happiness and love between us forever to share It is all this woman so very in awe of you ask Some tender loving... [read more] |
 The fountain folds into itself, water chasing water like a thought that refuses to finish. In the courtyard, two friends rehea... [read more] |
 It ain't no use to try and analyze me You can try, but you can't And you waste your time if you criticize me I'll continue to rant... [read more] |
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The fountain folds into itself, water chasing water like a thought that refuses to finish. In the courtyard, two friends rehea... [read more] |
 Hero to some villain to many. Love; the common cause and fault, man. Any excuse as ruthless as toothed roots surfacing from protected... [read more] |
 Whenever I see hate winning the battle over love… and I cringe and cower and wince… I am grateful for Antoine de Saint-Exupery ... [read more] |
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May we blessed to understand…as parents our children are not things to be forged… constructed or molded… their souls... [read more] |
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The other day in the bookstore is one I’ll long remember because It seemed like it was Mother’s day in the middle of September.... [read more] |
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In front of us, and seemingly above us, the vast movie screen showed us (at the film's central point), two utterly beautiful, long-haired yo... [read more] |
 Daniel was thrown in the lion's den because he prayed to God, not the king. He prayed to the God of Gods aloud, but in the end he got out...... [read more] |
 Lost in my misery Drowning with fear Hope is fading Screaming through tears Closing my eye’s To hide my pain Thoughts betray me Makin... [read more] |
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The Crooked Compass The sundial misses the hour. So what. Clocks lie too. Shadows hesitate, but hesitation is still movement.... [read more] |
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The sundial leans into the wrong hour, its shadow spilling like ink across the stones. It marks not time, but the absence of it.... [read more] |
 Regret for mistakes wasted time the reason I masturbated on park avenue was I destroyed my personal lap top in a fit over losing an essay... [read more] |