Absence Makes the Heart Grow, Father
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Dark Night (final thoughts)
DARK NIGHT (Final Thoughts)
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Turqouise Towels And Riding Crops
Even depression these days is branded in London. Mine is delivered as a blank parcel to the mind, its contents an image of the Hanger Lane Gyratory...
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The snap, the crackle, and the pop
Snap. Crackle. Pop. I can hear all of them. Daniel Smith says that you can only hear the crackle but I can definitely hear the snap, the crackle and the pop.
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Unsuspecting Chapter 2
His petrified scream echoes off the wooden walls, as he falls backwards from the horrifying scene in front of him.
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Unsuspecting Chapter 1
The rain thunders down on the unwelcoming hotel, sudden flashes of bright lightening illuminating the blackened and empty windows. But this fist impression is misleading, the dark interior is in no way empty...
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So I sat down
So, anyway, I sat down and put in my earphones and that was good because I couldn't hear the bitching anymore. Dylan was providing palliative care.
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Infinite Sky
I looked up above me and all I could see was infinite sky. Am I too late?
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Ode to an Old Cart
One wheel is all that’s left now, a twelve-pinned family of wood around an empty iron heart, thick spokes, silenced, by an axel resting among other
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Littlefoot
High in the Himalayas lives a Yheti; a baby one with hair long as spaghetti. Some call him the abominable snowman but he’s not abominable to no man. He is a very friendly kind of creature
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