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Today I witnessed a wedding.The church door weathered and worn. The marble floor thin and mottled.The church pews were stained.The kneelers removed.Th..
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The loss of innocence and those who forget it's value.
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There is not one second,we don't all hesitate.There is not one minute,We don't recalculate.Not one hour,we don't reconsider.Not one day,We are without..
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Life is too short for love.Life is too long with argument.A heart is as large as it's love.A life is short, if full of argument.Terse and pithy.,wast..
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With fallen men and broken walls,A lonesome soul, sets out on a journey.His past destroyed, his present vulnerable,He seeks a future unimagined.He kne..
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Reality is an illusion created by our experiences.
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Chain saw oiled soaked lumber.Creosote gloves tossed in closet.Worn out tanned boots black as molasses.Wool sweater pocket with Wrigley's Spearmint Gu..
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Inspired by an Ottawa Choir Master who was forced to quit because one parent complained that he had to touch the student to teach him.
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Out of place, out of mind
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This is a true story. Dog days of Summer, under the August sun. Hot, damn hot.My
sister in law had recently given birth to her fifth child. With thr..
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