LEZZIE-ASON CHAPTER TWO

"What is it, May?" I asked. I could hear sobbing coming from the other end of the phone, which is why I asked.

Grandma - Poetry by Marjorie Rose Millar

This is my Mothers poem. She wrote this 30 years ago when she was 18 years old.I think its excellant, very true and touching.
Cherry

Absence

200 words.

wash my face

The time it takes to wash my face That’s how I plan the day. I look peacefully in the cloudy sink And just wish my life away. All the day is filled with smiles, And crying sometimes too.

Day of Reckoning

Slow grown from a fiery birth to become a cradle of life amidst endless empty worlds

Echoes

Don’t you just despair of those echoes of some long-forgotten love,

A-CITY SHORT

Ave. C., pulls taught, straining with every sharp, piercing breath. Dark alleys, become the womb for harsh blows, Boom Boom Boom. Quick and in rapid succession.

RUMSFELD, BUMSFELD

RUMSFELD, BUMSFELD BONNY, DONNY, DUMSFELD A big cuddly IDIOT talks like a DIDIOT he´s a man of our times BONNY, DONNY, DUMSFELD He´s a tower,,, proud and TALL

UMBADA, BOOMBADA -DICK CHENEY

UMBADA, BOOMBADA YEAH, RAHH!!!!!!! RAHH!!!!!!! DICK CHENEY HE´S OUR MAN !!!! IF HE CAN´T DO IT,,, NOBODY CAN !!! He´s the master,,, of fraud and theft
Cherry

Pongo #67

Miffy

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