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lesson 1 our neighbours are not our friends

By celticman on Sat, 14 Apr 2018

Children don’t need to check their experience Lost - they just laugh or cry Silence is the found sound of the awful why? Every day the world ends...

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Eyes

By sahmed8 on Wed, 11 Apr 2018

In front of my eyes I finally see all of my dreams come to life In front of my eyes I'm seeing you walk down that aisle to become my wife In front of...

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The Lone Ranger and Tonto

By randy-johnson on Fri, 06 Apr 2018

I fight injustice in the West and help people who are in danger. When my brother was murdered, I became the Lone Ranger. I bring outlaws to justice...

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The Town

By ifyouplease on Wed, 04 Apr 2018

script poetry - western - photo CC0

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A Memory

By mcscraic on Tue, 06 Feb 2018

A Memory - By Paul McCann . https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2xY-hCcSLrU . There’s dust on the street and a wind from the west , blows the dust at my...

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Beyond Bronson Hill

By J. A. Stapleton on Thu, 25 Jan 2018

On those wintry nights, Ms. Abigail Parker wasn't sure exactly when the day ended, and the evening began.

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Ghosts in the Alley

By ice rivers on Wed, 20 Dec 2017

Someone once told me that deciding to become a teacher was like deciding to open a bowling hall in your brain. The intoxicating toxic smell of beer,...

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Memory Lane

By sahmed8 on Tue, 26 Sep 2017

Walking down that street we grew up on The memories are fading but they aren't all gone There are people that are waiting for me to write this song I...