SNOW BLIND
SNOW BLIND The Children are excited this sunny Christmas morn To see the deep, smooth carpet of snow upon the lawn. ‘Oh! Can we build a snowman, Oh! Let us please’ they ask?
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Yellow Bead
Eight wagons had fallen several miles behind a large emigrant wagon train heading to Oregon. The eight wagons known as the Quinn party pushed rapidly on towards their destination.
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The 5 People You Meet in Heaven
We are really in the cathedral, Malcolm. They can't see us because we're dead. It's got something to do with the fifth dimension. The places you go to are all real.
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A brown Christmas …
A brown Christmas, dead buzzard in the mud, fields a-flood, welcome sight of clearing sky a breeze up high to make clouds skud away awhile; still warm and bright the friendly smile,
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Christmas Shoppers
He walks like an animal pacing its cage She walks like she's dragged down by a weight He walks as if edging towards a precipice She walks as if she were making a debut on stage
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Sarah's Story
I do however find your breasts very distracting.
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Calling the Tune : A Fairytale Drabble
His plan had worked perfectly, he'd shown the townspeople not mess with him.
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Flowers for the New Year
Flowers for the New Year; flowers for the Spring; for bright hope; for good cheer and new life awakening. Ring in the year with bluebells and sing the Sun King’s praises
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The dance of death
The reason in my mind Becomes the resonance with in yours When I am gone the path continues My path continues My empty words Only my actions have meaning But when I am crowded in
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Bucking The System.
Bucking The System. The Cinderella of the Constabulary. By Neil Cairns. Introduction.
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