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StoryIF SHE WERE A HYMN moonphish413 years 1 month ago
StoryJust a Rope and a Chair! Denzella1013 years 1 month ago
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StoryHey...You! (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1613 years 1 month ago
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StoryNearly three – “You can’t see me!” Rhiannonw113 years 1 month ago
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Patterns and Ploughshares

… Melt guns into ploughshares, their powder ignite display to delight …
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November Arboretum

… murky and dark, a splash of blood-red, a pattern of peach … … yellow stars outspread on a background screen of conifers’ drab

Heavenly Praise

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] The Lamb who once was slain, the Lion is alive. He triumphed and will reign; he’s worthy to receive – all glory, praise that we can bring …

Spreading their Wings!

Running up with glee, need a little push, scared to start, fly free – slide with whoosh and rush! Swing, away you go – ‘see you soon’ ‘goodbye’, 'now...

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