The Lie

I was put on the spot I told a lie It flew like a bird Down the phone line A lucky escape I thought But he who possessed my prize Delivered it to someone else Then it truly took flight

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS - THE SHEPHERDS' STORY

Near Bethlehem On a clear, crisp night A band of poor shepherds Were afeard at the sight Of an angel coalescing Midst a nimbus of light, Swiftly he calmed them

When Spring Arrived

It's the small things that count!

I remember you

some things are best forgotten

Monsieur Mort et Monsieur Montaigne

The Grim Reaper pays a social call to the great French essayist Michel de Montaigne.

I Am Addicted to You

It's something that I have never felt before, It's something which is still lacking a cure. I feel frustrated, I feel irrelevant. I don't know what's happening, Maybe it's you who I am missing,

Jacob

With eyes of bronze, Fiery hair Your beautiful smile And musical voice When you're around, All is see is you Any feeling i have, is of you You fill my head completely

Evan

all about E. one of the two i am deciding between.

Remember?

This story are for the people who remember making the bad or good choices and thinking about how their life would have been.

ABUSE

a poem that i hope, is better than my last. hope you enjoy!

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