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 The atheist pigeon faced with rivers Stygian abruptly saw the light and suddenly found religion.. and when he came back from the abyss bega... [read more] |
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(A network radio show reported that a gardening group gets together to pull up English Ivy and other 'invasive' plants) Snuffed are the all... [read more] |
 Fall - Cold Not Warm Like Summer Or spring or even for that matter Winter If you Winter In A Warm Place [read more] |
 The Little League game was looking grim, As I sat down on the bench next to him. The score was already fourteen to no With only five and a h... [read more] |
 For all the wanderings of littitude and solace, Perhaps better expressed these cloudy days, As the the hope to slither and wallow, In a mesh... [read more] |
 FOREVER AUTUMN To never savour autumn Or smell the burning leaves, Sniff the scent of pollen. From flowers and the trees To hear the... [read more] |
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REMEMBER ME ? Cherry lips Whose sweet caress, I miss your touch. Soft and gentle Like your voice, No last words. Nor fond farewell... [read more] |
 مـــلــل مـــلــل ويش اللي تقولن يا صديق و يـش اللي غير في المثل و الـروح مـشتاقة الـقبل لـكني مـا أشوف إلا الورد مـن عـلم مـحصول سهل... [read more] |
 My memory reshapes the scene, When scarce embarked on marriage, I had the need(now seems a dream) To push a baby carriage. While all the wo... [read more] |
 There's a rose under my pillow With the sweet smell of you I gave it all You gave it up To be a rose under my pillow And the scent o... [read more] |
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Beneath a velveteen sky, A vision limited only by it's crimson hue, Eyes, closed by the breath of a crisp breeze, Reopen to the shuffle of t... [read more] |
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Today, beside a little park on the other side of town ~ I came upon a hot dog stand. What a treasure I have found! An umbrella of bright re... [read more] |
 Tis’ light I only see, and breeze I only feel. Calm is the way of this ocean, “El Pacifico” I hear it called. The captain isn’t pleased with... [read more] |
 You + Me = A dream. You + Me = Time. You + Me = Bliss You + Me = Love You + Me = Us You + Me = Forever ~*~ Jill ~*~ [read more] |
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To some poets, a handful of blank papers, is a horrible thing. So much paper, and no words to fill it. Yet to me, a handful of blank papers,... [read more] |