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StoryConfession laurabean013 years 2 months ago
StoryBut we take it all so well... laurabean013 years 2 months ago
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StoryWhen one accidentally catches sight of one's reflection in the window of the train home... laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryPoetry Plead laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Season Exhales laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe View From My Garden laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Barley Fields laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Wooden Bench laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StorySaturday Morning laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryOde To eBay laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Dog laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Breakfast Song laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryI Weep as I Try to Deserve You laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryHaiku III laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryJonathon James laurabean013 years 4 months ago
StoryDinosaurs laurabean013 years 4 months ago
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My stories

The Barley Fields

By laurabean on Tue, 09 Aug 2005

Baked tarmac cracks in the heat of the day And the smell of scorched earth shimmers. Dust and insects film my prickling face.
Autobiography
Poem
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The Wooden Bench

By laurabean on Tue, 09 Aug 2005

With blue checked shirt and smiling eyes, You made the wooden bench under the ivy. That golden band glinted on your hand, Which was rough as the wood that you planed. I danced around the garden, all blue sundress and chubby legs,
Autobiography
Poem
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Jonathon James

By laurabean on Tue, 09 Aug 2005

Poor Jonathon James always suffered from pains As soon as he got near his classroom. He would clutch at his ears in a tantrum of tears And would hide in the infant boys' bathroom. When louder he bawled his mother was called
Children's
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Autumnal Haiku

By laurabean on Mon, 08 Aug 2005

Evening draws in Serenaded by crow-song As gilded day fades
Miscellaneous
Poem
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Saturday Morning

By laurabean on Mon, 08 Aug 2005

I awake wrapped round you and your foot is pressed against mine. It feels smooth against my sole. I inhale your hot, buttery smell and together we stir, stretching with doughey elasticity in the warmth of the day.
Love
Poem
Certificate U

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