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An After Sex Snack.

Just when you thought it was safe to have sex again!

If one of you should fall from common grace

If one of you should fall from common grace And down the light-fire river plummet free The other should not hide their dismayed face Against the knotted branches of the tree

Don't Let go - Song

Please excuse the strange rhythm, this is actually a song I wrote, so it doesn't read well as a poem.
Cherry

Something to Say

I warm my bare feet on the dash board, sitting in the boyish manner that makes you laugh, as we drive up Avondale Road.

Young Masters Music

The story of how music and a boy ran off into the world and made it together .

The Gift Of Music

The definition of music is a gift for us all . Be it in the listening or composing .

The Haddock Who Was a Pillock

I am a pillock , thought the haddock – and would have said so, if fish could speak. I am the biggest pillock on Earth! And indeed he was.

Sexy Spatula I P

Phew! I'm off too flip an egg or two ;) NOT FOR KIDS OR THOSE OF PRUDISH DISPOSITION!

Veil of Tears

All these tears....

The First Socialist - Immaculately Conceived

The First Socialist I once met a man who fell of his perch Who was trapped in a life not living He said that he stole a bible from a church To se if he could be forgiven

A TALE IN THE WOODS story

“Colin, get away from the TV,” mom said. ”Get some fresh air." “It's too cold to go on a hike with grandpa,” I answered.

A WISH FOR CHRISTMAS story

Earlier this evening, Christmas music wrapped around Matthew like a magic blanket. Children and adults of all shapes and sizes hurried and shouted throughout the mall.

A LITTLE HOUSE THAT GREW story

Once there was a little Square house on a gravel road that ended far in the woods. Mr. and Mrs. Murray did not need a large home since they were only 2 people.

an old sailor - or - john robert taylor

in my street lived old man taylor, they say he spent his life on the boats as a sailor, bent and gnarled, like an old tree root, he'd sit on his porch and on his ol' pipe he'd toot,

Midnight Lover

The darkness wraps, I sink into night, Reaching but You're lost from sight. The sheets enclose, I'm fighting free, Waiting till you Come to me. The tires crush The gravel drive,

The Winds of Evil

The defeat of evil, requires constant alert. History must be taught - and the young must learn!
Cherry

The Vermeer

An art lover inexplicably overwhelmed.

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