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rootin tootin - or - veg patch match

oh the joy to be a spring onion bouncing on my spring like a funny un up and down round and round and when someone comes, jump back in the ground and when the coast is clear, back out i pop

a shepherd's sacrifice for his flock- or - a capenters tale

such is the sight that befell my eyes, as i looked down upon my flock my view from way up here,I could see looks of trust not shock my wrists they start to ache as the daylight began to wain

Matty - Part 12

Recap: 1702 - Sir Henry Donald and his wife, Lady Caroline, are not on the best of terms, but the estate is prospering.

An Unlikely Hero - Issue 5

Todd cursed as another wave of Zombie Ninja’s stormed the barricades. Glancing at the ammo counter, he saw that his weapon was almost empty.
Cherry

Sophie's Wish

"They said...make a wish...when I blew out the cake...so I wished they'd all go away!...Then the men with the nasty faces came..."

such are the choices - or - what would you do?

welcome to the corners of your mind deepest peace of torture, youll be sure to find most of our lives are spent looking out to fill the ever gowing inner gaps, no doubt

Great rising

I see the sun The great rising And wish I had got a better nights sleep I look for the sanctity of life in the clouds But there is none Then one day it hits you And it takes you by surprise

death in battle- or - loves salvation

fire in the trenches, blood guts and gore they used to be my friends, my brothers, now they are no more

The Don

The Don!

Drunk

My head is spinning. Where are you, And where’s your sweetness now? When will I taste your fallen glow, Or kneel to kiss your hands of dew Which bear the morning light? No: never …

Daddy A Boozer

Blood?

Opposable

Spring cleaning

Race for a Penis!

If the title doesn't get you interested; nothing will ;)
Cherry

A Person of Interest

Pick a word, build a story round it... what do you get? Not very much... Okay, what was the word?

FOSTER CAT story

"Very funny," Wish said, trying not to be upset. "Dad...it was a cat. It was a huge, hairy cat. I'm calling him Shadow."

THE WOMAN I KNOW non-fiction

From the ages of eight to twelve, in the nineteen-forties and early fifties boys never acknowledged girls could throw a rock as far or run faster.

THE TELEPHONE CALL story

But why did he feel it necessary to punish my ears?

My Sick Little Monster

On most days my little monster wakes up bright and early. He terrorizes from sunrise to sunset. He brakes and throws, watch out he even stomps on toes.

Worshiping Budda

4 string Haiku. Inspired by a picture of people worshiping Budda.

Girls Camp. My last Year.

Up in the mountains The air so pure Being together with girls we know Laughing and loving and learning from each other From a first year beehive To a last year laurel We all band together

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