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StoryI Ain't Writing L G Meadows415 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLOVE EXPLORED susansuzy215 years 1 month ago
StoryTell Me Friend Joe Williams215 years 1 month ago
StoryHero L G Meadows215 years 1 month ago
StoryJourney of Imagination L G Meadows215 years 1 month ago
StoryStatistical Process Control (SPC) HalfDaft115 years 1 month ago
StorySoft Thoughts L G Meadows315 years 1 month ago
StoryNINE THIRTY-FOUR IN THE EVENING kheldar1315 years 1 month ago
StoryThrough the smoke of the evening fire V.C.Willow315 years 1 month ago
StoryNon -sense V.C.Willow215 years 1 month ago
StoryLove Song L G Meadows415 years 1 month ago
StoryClassical Music David Maidment115 years 2 months ago
StoryUnruly Words L G Meadows715 years 2 months ago
Story'Meant to be' andrew-evans415 years 2 months ago
StoryLIVING LIFE ON A DREAM skinner_jennifer2515 years 2 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 2 months ago
StoryDon't Call It Love L G Meadows215 years 2 months ago
StoryChocolate Geoffrey1115 years 3 months ago
StoryExert from my zaprtangol blog peterelbee215 years 3 months ago
StoryFrom My London Album Luly Whisper615 years 3 months ago
StoryPause. marcuscleaver215 years 3 months ago
StoryNobody ever listened to me David Maidment215 years 3 months ago
StoryDestiny L G Meadows215 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Pal Bill oldpesky715 years 3 months ago
StoryRiver Walk L G Meadows315 years 3 months ago

My stories

Let There Be Giants

Let there be giants With voices strong To act with decisiveness When others may hesitate Visionaries, inspired That do not look back with regret.

Don't Call It Love

We’re playing it by ear This thing we don’t call love Because it’s too new And we don’t want to jinx it. I just know my pulse races And my stomach Does a funny somersault

Marking Time

Today was tomorrow Tomorrow becomes yesterday And yesterday is gone. So we go on to the next, not knowing the first, Until it's too late and forever gone. Time is diminished, dwindled away
Cherry

Unruly Words

I haven’t yet WHACK! Quite got it right WHACK! That word won’t fit WHACK! Puttin up a fight! I know it should BAM! Go into place BAM! It needs encouragement BAM!

A Toast to Strong Women

Do not mourn me if you did not know me in my prime. If you have not known me of old, you have missed The essential spirit, the force, the presence that I am.

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