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StorySomething Dead In The Road Kilb50148 years 7 months ago
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StoryA World Without Pain rosaliekempthorne68 years 8 months ago
StoryHope I (Gustav Klimt 1903) Ed Crane88 years 8 months ago
StoryAnd the Beat Goes On (IP) Overthetop1408 years 8 months ago
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StoryMy Poems Overthetop1208 years 8 months ago
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StoryAttempts at Haiku torscot148 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Surgeon - (dedicated to my surgeon, Mr. Haneif - who was so kind) Bee218 years 9 months ago
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StoryI Need Me a Forest - A Rant hudsonmoon148 years 11 months ago
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StoryTHE ONE IN THE NEST seashore398 years 11 months ago
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StoryPlay, You...Play Me Silver Spun Sand68 years 11 months ago
StoryKissed Her Where She Said It Hurt Ewan48 years 11 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

One Night Stand

Morning after the night before.. a further slight edit 15.1.11

Ciara aged five and a bit

`The moon is like a smile'
Cherry

Stuck on you

This is an edited re-post at my daughter's request as she too is a big Elvis fan and January 8th is his birthday...
Poem of the week

Happy

Have you ever been happy in your life? She asks, and it doesn't take long remembering... the moment, one moment of nothing much - a boy, a girl and a baby in a buggy;
Cherry

My Mother and The Man

He was always there when I got home from school. I would know by the smell of tobacco smoke and the laughing and coughing that it was him in the kitchen with my mother.

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