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March of the Skeletons

By seannelson on Sun, 27 Nov 2011

marching skeleton martinets fresh from the farms and tenements wielding tanks and bayonets... right, left, right, left grand, valiant, bloody, bereft, England, France, England,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

The night runs in fear of the dreamer

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 27 Nov 2011

The night runs in fear of the dreamer As for he there is no night. For even though there is darkness in abundance He only need close his eyes to see there is light.
Spiritual
Story
Certificate U

HAPPINESS – A challenge

By pkroutray on Sun, 27 Nov 2011

HAPPINESS – A challenge P K Routray Happiness is an emotional feeling of joy and jubilation, It enlivens the spirit and is only to be felt and there is no word for expression
Fantasy
Certificate U

Gods’ ballerinas

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 27 Nov 2011

Placed under; a living spells breath As lighter fuel does a lit fire. Consume a slow kindling death That ignites the eternal; greenbrier. Gods’ ballerina swanlike swooned:
Miscellaneous
Certificate PG

Coasting Chapter Five

By Millwall on Sat, 26 Nov 2011

Wednesday
Crime
Story
Certificate 18

Don’t Play It Again, Sammy

By theoriginalshaun on Sat, 26 Nov 2011

"Of all the McDonalds in all of the world, she had to walk into mine."
Certificate U

Out Of Africa

By Miss Polly on Sat, 26 Nov 2011

What is a Township?
Opinion
Non-fiction
Certificate U
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I'm cold inside

By swindonwoody on Sat, 26 Nov 2011

I’m cold inside With out you by my side I had to let you go You know I had no more fight left in me It was not worth it in the end To try and hold on to you
Love
Certificate U

It was the right thing for me to do

By swindonwoody on Sat, 26 Nov 2011

It was the right thing to do To let you go I had enough I could not take no more You never held me like you use to Never phone me like you use to But you never let me go
Love
Certificate U

My Face Depicts

By Richard L. Provencher on Sat, 26 Nov 2011

Looking in a mirror can be debilitating. That is, if you believe everything you see, the facial lines, bags under eyes, and aging features. Yes, eyes sparkle and their twinkle is redeeming.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

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