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StoryOn Halloween loquaciousicity127 years 2 months ago
StoryDark Black Night loquaciousicity97 years 2 months ago
StoryTill the End of Time loquaciousicity27 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Wolf loquaciousicity67 years 2 months ago
StoryGypsy Guy loquaciousicity97 years 3 months ago
StoryCaptive Bird – 12 Bars, 12 Dreams loquaciousicity47 years 4 months ago
StoryMichael Brown loquaciousicity27 years 4 months ago
StoryNo More Cause To Worry loquaciousicity47 years 4 months ago
StoryBitterness loquaciousicity97 years 5 months ago
StoryLeaves Begin to Shudder loquaciousicity27 years 5 months ago
StoryClouds loquaciousicity47 years 5 months ago
StoryNun in FRiar Small-Bro's Grave... Yard loquaciousicity07 years 6 months ago
StoryRemember loquaciousicity67 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Night Awaits The Dawn loquaciousicity07 years 7 months ago
StoryI'll Always Remember loquaciousicity27 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Harlot loquaciousicity47 years 7 months ago
StoryFamine loquaciousicity27 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Friend loquaciousicity27 years 8 months ago
StoryWeeping Girl loquaciousicity27 years 8 months ago
StoryWar is a War Crime loquaciousicity37 years 9 months ago
StoryNika loquaciousicity37 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Guitar loquaciousicity47 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Luck of the Irish loquaciousicity07 years 9 months ago
StoryLotsa Limericks ... Politicians Per Verse loquaciousicity27 years 10 months ago
StoryLotsa Limericks - from Bad to Verse loquaciousicity07 years 10 months ago

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Me and Me First

That crude-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick. Questioned why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly...
Cherry

Lotsa Limericks ... Politicians Per Verse

Our prez is now Donald J Trump Who has promised to clean out the sump Well he's certainly no wussy When groping a pussy What more to expect from a...

The World Around US

Awaking blithe each morning, with eyes upon the World, I wonder, are we mourning with ebon flags unfurled - or are they but a warning, some draped...

Unsettled Sea

While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes, the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake – roused passions...
Cherry

Gothic Nights

My chamber teems with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand, fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned, as bitter tears from hazel eyes...

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