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StoryI'll just take the flowers. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryI thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryI thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryInside Out (A new beginning). QueenElf111 years 5 months ago
StoryHalleswell Hall. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryIts A Mistake to Go Back. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryGreasy Joe. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryGoodbye Ruby Tuesday. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryIn Memory of my Mother. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryEmptiness QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryFor Better or Verse. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryForever And A Day. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryDown and Out in the Jobcentre. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryDon't Despair. QueenElf011 years 5 months ago
StoryHaving Carol for Christmas Malcolm Welshman413 years 1 day ago
StoryBESIDE DORCHESTER, NB poem Richard L. Prov...513 years 3 months ago
StoryNow She is Six... Silver Spun Sand2613 years 4 months ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov514 years 6 months ago
StoryUp River littleditty714 years 10 months ago
StoryBOOMER ,,,BLUES!!!!! jfunt314 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dig Rasko1nikov2315 years 1 month ago
StoryLife After Alcohol QueenElf415 years 5 months ago
StoryRemoving the Mirrors sunshine815 years 7 months ago
StoryAnother Chardonnay littleditty715 years 8 months ago
StoryI am letting go QueenElf715 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Kiss.

The Kiss.

I thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry.

So by the time I've written one line it will be February the 2nd and the next February the third, and so on and so forth or the fifth, even the sixth until all the words run down to only one

I thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry.

So by the time I've written one line it will be February the 2nd and the next February the third, and so on and so forth or the fifth, even the sixth until all the words run down to only one

A Lit Window.

Back –to-back terraced houses separated by the length of gardens. Why don’t I draw the curtains on the dim orange glow of light From a solitary window?

First Day at School.(Edited).

Naomi is sitting in the kitchen, her threadbare dressing-gown barely covering her equally ancient nightgown.

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