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My Father's Boots
MY FATHER'S BOOTS I saw them standing there in the corner, a pair of rubber fireman's boots. The top cuff on each boot was rolled down, revealing the brown canvass lining inside. The rest of the boots were made of shiny black rubber, with twin yellow lines circling the calf area and a yellow stripe where the hard rubber sole met the upper shoe of the boot. They were a little dusty and looked sort of forlorn sitting there in the corner of my mother's basement, at 24 Ramona Ave., in Buffalo, N.Y..
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an Esarn moon
a beguiling sunset in repose
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May Mornings
A personal and emotional story about Belfast and its people at war , to new hope brought about by the good friday aggrement .
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Wave Portraits On The Strand
Wave Portraits on the Strand > > The Arcadian shores section, of North Myrtle Beach, is one of those idyllic meetings places of sand and surf where we like to spend many hours walking the beach. It is a broad expanse of sand that is part of Myrtle
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Eve Of The Third Millennium
Eve of the Third Millennium We sat quietly, watching the large screen television, marveling at the parade of the world's cities and people's that were passing by for our casual review, on this 31st day of December, the year of our lord 1999.
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The Nothingness
When I was admitted to the psychiatric ward I thought that I would be surrounded by everyone suffering from the same sickness”shallow as it may sound I wanted comfort in hoping that I would be surrounded by those who understood the overwhelming pain that those around me failed to.
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Disrtacred by the rose
Distracted by the rose/ Edna Aphek When I woke up I could still smell the roses. There was water all over the floor .The fridge was leaking again. The neighbor's dog was barking. Bark, bark, bark
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Emotions
Bored like a lonely plank floating on the oceans rhythm Still like an old car burnt out and left to rot unsightly Calm like the moment just after an argument when there's nothing left to say Empty, like the feeling I have lately whilst sat behind my desk bored.
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When does it stop
Something i forced myself to write... i have no idea if it's any good... pleeeease let me know! (will be edited soon)
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The Bulldog Bites
The Bulldog Bites It was my 42nd birthday last week. It's a good age I think. I'm still young and feisty enough to consider world domination, but mature enough to realise that it will never happen. Anyway, in my mind, I'll always be 25 and that's that.
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