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CollectionIs it me or is the world grumpy? forest_for_ever010 years 1 month ago
StoryTime To Reflect forest_for_ever110 years 1 month ago
StoryLyric Ray Schaufeld1910 years 1 month ago
StoryWild and Beautiful forest_for_ever210 years 1 month ago
Story… and Proud Middles … (IP) Rhiannonw1010 years 1 month ago
StoryName Parson Thru810 years 1 month ago
StorySnoopy Shivers forest_for_ever010 years 1 month ago
StoryProving God by Consensus Robert Levin710 years 1 month ago
Story'the mad wind' seannelson310 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Disciplinarian hudsonmoon910 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Christmas Commuter Calls forest_for_ever010 years 2 months ago
StoryCosmos Calling forest_for_ever310 years 3 months ago
StoryA difference of Opinion Starfish Girl1210 years 3 months ago
StoryTied To You Laura Callender310 years 4 months ago
StoryPoetry Day Pastoral Philip Sidney1210 years 4 months ago
StoryDid You Ever Wonder forest_for_ever010 years 4 months ago
StoryFear of the Unknown Starfish Girl610 years 4 months ago
StoryA Day in the Life... Silver Spun Sand1010 years 4 months ago
StoryIs she Poacher or Gamekeeper ? forest_for_ever010 years 4 months ago
StoryIn My Mind forest_for_ever110 years 4 months ago
StoryTomorrow is Another Day Bee1710 years 4 months ago
StoryBuffers forest_for_ever310 years 4 months ago
StoryYesterday Again forest_for_ever210 years 4 months ago
StoryKindred Spirit forest_for_ever110 years 4 months ago
StoryGambling My Life Away forest_for_ever210 years 4 months ago

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My stories

A Siren Sang Of Love

I refer to the beauty in a siren call and I mean only that in this poem of love.
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At Long Last

I was inspired by Onemorething and the piece he/she wrote. I always loved to walk the empty corridors after we had dismissed the children.
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Rediscovering Living

The first day of the school holidays when teachers and parents swap frowns and smiles. I have been on both sides and I say " let them both rest" My lot now and parents in September....

Can You Direct Me To Memory Lane?

Can You Direct Me To Memory Lane? On shifting sands An old man stands. Faded glitter of wealth Supplanted with fears for health. As each breath is...

Hero Or Zero (2)

Written during a bout of insomnia this is a sequel to my first offering that hopefully expands some of my thinking. The picture was taken during a charity walk.........have I always been a hero...no.

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