WillSimpson

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StoryExperienced Poetry makers WillSimpson211 years 6 months ago
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Storythis place WillSimpson212 years 9 months ago
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StoryIf only shoe1313 years 3 months ago
StoryMORNING SUN divyjyoti sharma413 years 3 months ago
StoryFrom the heart WillSimpson713 years 6 months ago
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StoryOne night in brighton WillSimpson513 years 8 months ago
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StoryThe hero's last words WillSimpson313 years 9 months ago
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StoryHome is where? WillSimpson1313 years 11 months ago
StoryJust a guide WillSimpson314 years 1 week ago
StoryYou were my life prettyrose214 years 2 weeks ago
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My stories

No mention of lo\/e

She was always, fresh, and always tasty, Except today I looked tanned, She was pasty, Her eyes still purred, Just today, a little bit glacey, I'm normally sour, sometimes bitter,

Blind fate

Is it all just a lie I fool myself with, I dream of her face, I dream of a place, I dream of our lo\/e, that I claimed once to li\/e, If it is lo\/e, should she feel the same,

Home is where?

A short story i written for a 500 word competition.

Experienced Poetry makers

Complete with my own rowing boat, Darkened the oars on a fine hemp sail, Slogged it in the water slowly, Pardoned the judge, For refusing my bail, A terrible night it was,

Almanac

The year is 2011, life on earth has came to a grinding halt, The once much lo\/ed zoo's are no longer enclosed, The fire from the great furnaces no longer waits to be lit.

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