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StoryName Parson Thru811 years 1 month ago
StorySnoopy Shivers forest_for_ever011 years 1 month ago
StoryProving God by Consensus Robert Levin711 years 1 month ago
Story'the mad wind' seannelson311 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Disciplinarian hudsonmoon911 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Christmas Commuter Calls forest_for_ever011 years 3 months ago
StoryCosmos Calling forest_for_ever311 years 3 months ago
StoryA difference of Opinion Starfish Girl1211 years 3 months ago
StoryTied To You Laura Callender311 years 4 months ago
StoryPoetry Day Pastoral Philip Sidney1211 years 4 months ago
StoryDid You Ever Wonder forest_for_ever011 years 4 months ago
StoryFear of the Unknown Starfish Girl611 years 4 months ago
StoryA Day in the Life... Silver Spun Sand1011 years 4 months ago
StoryIs she Poacher or Gamekeeper ? forest_for_ever011 years 4 months ago
StoryIn My Mind forest_for_ever111 years 4 months ago
StoryTomorrow is Another Day Bee1711 years 4 months ago
StoryBuffers forest_for_ever311 years 4 months ago
StoryYesterday Again forest_for_ever211 years 4 months ago
StoryKindred Spirit forest_for_ever111 years 4 months ago
StoryGambling My Life Away forest_for_ever211 years 4 months ago
CollectionMy Twighlight Days forest_for_ever011 years 4 months ago
StoryButtercups and Daisies Starfish Girl1411 years 4 months ago
StoryBelonging, Loyalty, Freedom and Independence (Late I.P.) 566 words Denzella811 years 4 months ago
StoryUnburden K. N. Thorn411 years 4 months ago
StoryMary Magdalen's Story jeand411 years 4 months ago

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My stories

A Spiritual Scrooge Takes Stock

Charles Dickens was writing about me, he just didn't know it.
Cherry

Granny Glue

I lost a dear friend in September this year. His wonderful wife stuck with him through thick and thin. Hence 'Granny Glue' This poem is a tribute to a fantastic wife, grandmother and friend.
Gold cherry

Dear Adam & Eve

Imagine how shocked Adam & Eve would be at today...

What Do You See?

In the last week we cleared my mother in law's house. This is the biographical account of her favourite room and her favourite chair. I pray the reader will forgive a little self-indulgent nostalgia.

Spinning

This poem merges the endless rotation of our planet with one or two of the 'spins' upon which some depend.

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