Cherry

asylum for katie

don’t get me wrong, i could give a shit about katie holmes, katie cruise, katie holmes-cruise or kate noelle holmes, as Wiki would have her. but one must find asylum

leaving a brand new friend

if it had just been an acquaintance, or perhaps something along the lines of a business meeting swine, then the walk away would have been easier, but in this particular incident, s/he

The Joy of Memory

memory muddy as a scar on a clean surface the only sign

admiring fans

acoustic guitar in his hands with hair falling down or shoegazing with tight black jeans or black leather, his bulge showing, thick, long, like a python growing &

Jolene Joleeeeene ..

Ladies of a certain age ..
Gold cherry

An Incomplete Man ( I.P.)

End of the road for this couple?

My Mum and The Caravan - Part One The Party!

One moment ploughing the depths of despair - the next, lifting my eyes to Heaven!

the boy with worn and torn clothes

There's a kid at the end of my drive He sits there for hours at a time Clothes which have worn and worn Have eventually ripped and torn I have tried to help this kid outside my door

Contrails

Each morn in the dawn I wake up to see Fluffy straight lines in the sky Some running parallel and others across But the question I’m asking is why So I knelt down by my bedside to pray
Cherry

It's A Good Day So Far: Chapter Twenty, Giraffes and ridiculous hats

Chapter Twenty

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