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Seen In A Parking Travesty
"Are we there yet?"
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- 8 reads
Between this and that.
My corner of Ireland lies smart with frost this morning, all ready for either war or a picnic. The brash, noisy sun calls forest and fields to...
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- 19 reads
oh sleep
i’m tired, i guess, or old, lifetime of poison, i guess, once there was so much to get excited about, or perhaps it was a daydream, it is oldness or...
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- 14 reads
its watching

perhaps the machines did take over error codes, faults, high maintenance or just the product of us same flaws either way they didn't reduce...
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what is different

when you know something is different it wasn’t the same before what it said what you saw its been corrected deny you own eyes except what has changed...
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- 12 reads
Christmas? Party? -Haiku
A couple argue both wearing tinsel as scarves- Christmas jeers to all!
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- 28 reads
Kaye Brown
I once had a neighbor and her name was Kaye Brown. She died of brain cancer and is buried in the ground. She was my neighbor from 1981 to 1985. It's...
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- 112 reads
Goa, 1976 with buffaloes.
The guest house was cool and quiet. From under its thatched roof and high ceilings I stepped into a stale morning. It was like walking into a warm,...
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- 40 reads
Memories of our own
Memories of our own Grieving for our lost loved ones is a powerful yet natural process, that envelops us like an emotional tidal wave. Psychologists...
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- 59 reads
The Road and the Sky

The crow flew down to the top of the fence and wiped its beak with a slow… snick…snack Its feathers were perfect, umbrella black. What was it...
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