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StoryMood Indigo... Silver Spun Sand1914 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat does April Mean To Me? (Alphabet Poem) well-wisher414 years 4 months ago
StoryJesus O Jesus and Other Christian Song Lyrics Carl Halling114 years 4 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2314 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Exact Time (IP) prettyrose314 years 4 months ago
StoryLuscious Language L G Meadows1114 years 4 months ago
StoryDreams of a River L G Meadows414 years 4 months ago
StoryTimelines Chs. 15 &16 (final) Rescue-Applied, and Completion Rhiannonw214 years 5 months ago
StorySmall Wonder Silver Spun Sand1214 years 5 months ago
StoryForgotten Lake Richard L. Prov...514 years 5 months ago
StoryGod is on Our Side Richard L. Prov...214 years 5 months ago
StoryLost and Found - a song amlee414 years 6 months ago
StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 6 months ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 6 months ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1814 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...214 years 7 months ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic114 years 8 months ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 8 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 8 months ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin714 years 9 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper614 years 9 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows614 years 10 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1814 years 10 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw214 years 11 months ago

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Brr!! Woof!! and Penguins

Brr!! Woof!! Why don’t the little doggies’ paws freeze when its icy out of doors? their pads have freeze-resistant fat but also, and on top of that

Holywell Dingle in a Wet Winter

We went in the back end, didn’t know we’d have to wend through a field like a paddy, squishy mud to squelch and puddles to paddle, then, firmer ground where sunshine catches

No more ‘junk DNA’

The ‘brain’ of each cell has DNA-genes, chemical coding builds, guides its ‘machines’. “Ninety-eight percent useless junk”, they thought , “– evolution’s left-overs

Sudden Snow

silently, softly, smothering, enveloping, quieting, soothing, hushing, confining all of the noise and the rushing. Flakes cease from falling, children erupting – chance of rare playground,

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