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 “There's just one thing,” he said, when he told the parson of the gift he'd received, “I didn't have the heart to tell her that I do... [read more] |
 Today I’m thankful for children and for John F. Kennedy.. Who said: Children are the messages we send to a time w... [read more] |
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Kayla, our neighbor, called to say she and her two little ones were going to pick blueberries and would we like to pick too… Wh... [read more] |
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The beauty of your feet vivify a plain pair of white socks beneath the frayed cuffs of your baggy cargos; and the enlivened socks dance all... [read more] |
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You gave me the worst of you I barely know you Thank God I know Not all Italians act the way you do Some are softer, and self-contained but... [read more] |
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Having drawn the long socks on to his feet and legs, he rested his ankles on my shoulders, caressing either side of my face with those fragr... [read more] |
 I will weigh the-massacre of daisies in clusterassaults by shrewd mercenary hands.Walking miles to searchthe light, when nazism was takingbi... [read more] |
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That thickness of curls that cascades above and around your beautiful face reminds me of the coronas of the sun and other stars; and the wa... [read more] |
 This repetitive bullshit continues every day, A slave to corporate America taking our time away. Life happens so fast without warning!! Sit... [read more] |
 There once was a man named Max Who didn't know how to relax Very nervous, you see Was so anxious that he Suffered from anxiety attacks... [read more] |
 "What I Want You To Do!" You are so unique and that I want you to recognize!! You're naturally magnetic, but not just because of your beauti... [read more] |
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There once was a man named Bert With the ladies he loved to flirt The problem with Bert was, you know You'd never know when he would blow Wi... [read more] |
 Note-my unique way of showing off my writing talent and also trying to find some work so if you need help in the Dallas area........ [read more] |
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There once was a man named Doc Who one day got a hole in his sock This did not make him glad He became very sad And eventually moved to Iraq... [read more] |
 Fall still laid on the Spring grounds, Coupled chairs from evening fires Root themselves to composting leaves, A lover should come, a lover... [read more] |