Yemassee
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Meet me in the meadow
Meet me in the meadow where once we played, and saw the grass with different eyes, But which I now admit is green, always was green. and always will be.
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- 371 reads
Love Does Not Have Eyes
"I want to prove to you that love does not have eyes -- that while on the surface society adores youth and beauty, beneath such superficiality, romance is blind."
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- 380 reads
Two Writers (A Sketch)
Friendship cast a long shadow that spanned across the pages of fiction, penetrating the secret truths of two writers who shared the intimacy of words.
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- 318 reads
My Brush With Culture
The giant slinky moved about the stage and the audience clapped at regular intervals, and a well-dressed lady next to me politely shouted, "Bravo!" but, whatever its purpose, it was all lost on me.
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- 409 reads
Fathers and Daughters
One cup of coffee that is all he wanted, just one cup before he went back into his bedroom, grabbed the loaded revolver under his bed and blew his brains out. It seemed like a simple enough request...God had never been kind...all he wanted was a damned cup of joe.
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- 507 reads