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In the full moonlight born dockside
who’s rustled . . . . . . . . . . . . . who’s not rustled . . . . . . . . . . . . . rustlers rustle . . . . . . . . . . . . . lifelong-like they do ……………… more →
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Soulful Sunday ...
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Winnie wrote 1 hour ago: I am bring this post back up from May 2006 … I will also be sharing a Video with you, that … more →
in the full moonlight born dockside
littledebbieoatmealcookie wrote 2 hours ago: who’s rustled . . . . . . . . . . . . . who’s not rustled . . . . . . . . . . . . . rust … more →
google Fritzgard
littledebbieoatmealcookie wrote 2 hours ago: what’s the chance that a bunch of punks will go to the old parking lot near the bijou, collect … more →
digging :: seamus heaney
supriyanna wrote 3 hours ago: Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun. Under my window a clean raspin … more →
Day 10: 6 Ways of Looking at a Pretty Girl (none pervy)
chinchilla wrote 3 hours ago: Six Ways of Looking at a Pretty Girl There’s creation, inspiration, Intelligence, imagination of a … more →
When will I mature?
aumcara wrote 3 hours ago: I may have started Looking old from outside But from inside I am still a child My physical body May … more →
Getting old
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coffeepercolator wrote 5 hours ago: Okay – just completed this – see what you think. Getting old Where once I caressed a sil … more →
Full Circle Realization
awakeningjourney wrote 5 hours ago: Searching for Motivation To keep on moving forward Trying to find the inspiration Amongst the drowni … more →
Sunlight In Her Leaves and Branches
dracegannon wrote 5 hours ago: Sunlight touch this maple hair The scent of ginger in the air Spread this light upon her face Bring … more →
Crimson Grief
romanticninja wrote 6 hours ago: Agonizing screams stain the wall. Filling the cracks, seeping out. With a pale conviction of esc … more →
Liars
wordsmith59 wrote 7 hours ago: If ya want to hear the truth whether good or ill then a pew or a seat in court isn’t the place to be … more →
Hopes and Dreams...
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thekatebook wrote 7 hours ago: You wait and wait to win that lottery or just fall into millions, and you just live your life with h … more →
from the first time
cye wrote 8 hours ago: AY ‘97-’98 from the first time that we’ve met my love for you has beget the first … more →
Zetsuboushita
Jintor wrote 8 hours ago: Hanging from the bough of a cherry tree, A shadow-man, lost to despair. On the path before this sigh … more →
July 5, 1900
hill7 wrote 10 hours ago: Thurs, July 5 Iron &ct. Attend Prayer Meeting. Gertrude & Henrietta go with me. And anot … more →
The Habit Forming Nun
hokusbloke wrote 10 hours ago: Nuns have lives too! “The Habit Forming Nun” Aged 16 she made a vow To give herself to G … more →
But not least
Adriel wrote 10 hours ago: There’s something in the way you walk, it tells tales. Of forgotten smiles, of anger and heart … more →
Few pearls from the collection
swapnap wrote 10 hours ago: From H.W LongFellow’s The rainy Day. "Be still, sad heart and cease repining Behind the cloud … more →
Stranger in a foreign Land
Brad Beaman wrote 11 hours ago: Like a stranger in a foreign land Leave your country, your people Called to go to a place, by faith … more →
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