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StoryMy Girlfriend's Twelve Days of Christmas Cheer a102866010 years 12 months ago
StoryChristmas Cheer a102866010 years 12 months ago
StoryUnrequited Holiday Poet a102866310 years 12 months ago
StoryMy Titillated Date's Showcase a102866011 years 1 day ago
StoryRear Window a102866311 years 2 days ago
StoryIllusory Love a102866011 years 1 week ago
StoryCastles in Spain Silver Spun Sand711 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOur Burnished Mantle a102866111 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Winter Wonderland a102866611 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHer Stormy Eyes Drown My Soul a102866011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIt's daybreak well-wisher311 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEulogy to an Early, Great Plain's, American Farmer a102866311 years 2 weeks ago
StoryUrban Shadows of Vietnam a102866311 years 3 weeks ago
StoryUrban Thanksgiving a102866011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPumpkin Harvest a1028661411 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTime-honored Portrait of out Great Grandfather a102866111 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWinter's Canopy a102866011 years 3 weeks ago
Storythe leaf birds of Longford JupiterMoon211 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWhen you take her out mikilowe311 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Night Without Silver Spun Sand811 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOutsider amlee411 years 1 month ago
StoryA Pan Handler's Hands a102866211 years 1 month ago
StoryNature's Ode to the Fallen Soldier a102866511 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat If Bee3711 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Question In My Head FallenAngel211 years 1 month ago

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Shadows of Childhood Summers

End of May school days folded into days of leisure absent the wine & song authoritarian parents providing few entertainments but shackling with...

Dawn's Shade of Gray

Past, Present, Future in dawn's shade of gray greet my bleary eyes. A stumble, illusions of night mark my first steps cloud my vision. Through the...

Final March of the Crescent Moon

Solemn pageant of nightly parade pared to a facile show Grand float anchoring the exhibit a veiled, diminutive vessel levitated over the dark...

Nostalgic Tracks

Nostalgically, whimsically I always thought of an engineer brooding over glass-plated dials with hands pulling levers, switches giving his engine a...

Ripples of Passion Submerged

Wandering eyes scan the deep swells waves blip on radars hopeful currents pulse enfilade the shoreline signals intersect from the cadence sweet...

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