You were maiden spring and thing.
You sang song and on white-wing.
You sang the way to the Registrar.
The glasses slid on his greasy nose . 76 more words
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Some days I rail against the page, reluctant to come to it: antsy. There is no clear reason; I just balk like a spooked and skittish horse. 186 more words
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1 month ago
Life In A Word
If there’s a high season for jury duty, perhaps it begins in June. My sister-in-law was summoned to serve last week, as was one of my good friends this week. 464 more words
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The sounds from within are a dull humdrum of a sound.
No colors. No music. Just blah.
There are days like these when the mind refuses to shine. 36 more words
3 months, 1 week ago
It’s been a long, cold spring semester. My classes aren’t extremely hard or extremely exciting. Overall, it’s been humdrum. Humdrum is not exciting to write about. 279 more words
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March 26, 2016
I saw a guy. He looked like those guys that people write books about. He’s tall and good-looking, but he seems shy (which is fine). 261 more words
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