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StoryI'll just take the flowers. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryI thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryI thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryInside Out (A new beginning). QueenElf112 years 2 months ago
StoryHalleswell Hall. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryIts A Mistake to Go Back. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryGreasy Joe. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryGoodbye Ruby Tuesday. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryIn Memory of my Mother. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryEmptiness QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryFor Better or Verse. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryForever And A Day. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryDown and Out in the Jobcentre. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryDon't Despair. QueenElf012 years 2 months ago
StoryHaving Carol for Christmas Malcolm Welshman413 years 9 months ago
StoryBESIDE DORCHESTER, NB poem Richard L. Prov...514 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNow She is Six... Silver Spun Sand2614 years 1 month ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov515 years 3 months ago
StoryUp River littleditty715 years 7 months ago
StoryBOOMER ,,,BLUES!!!!! jfunt315 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Dig Rasko1nikov2315 years 10 months ago
StoryLife After Alcohol QueenElf416 years 2 months ago
StoryRemoving the Mirrors sunshine816 years 3 months ago
StoryAnother Chardonnay littleditty716 years 5 months ago
StoryI am letting go QueenElf716 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Kiss.

The Kiss.

I thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry.

So by the time I've written one line it will be February the 2nd and the next February the third, and so on and so forth or the fifth, even the sixth until all the words run down to only one

I thought I'd write a poem for February the first, but I'm not good at poetry.

So by the time I've written one line it will be February the 2nd and the next February the third, and so on and so forth or the fifth, even the sixth until all the words run down to only one

A Lit Window.

Back –to-back terraced houses separated by the length of gardens. Why don’t I draw the curtains on the dim orange glow of light From a solitary window?

First Day at School.(Edited).

Naomi is sitting in the kitchen, her threadbare dressing-gown barely covering her equally ancient nightgown.

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