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Preparing for BabyA Story by omgtatercatThe personification of an uterus and the menstrual cycle. In short, a woman thinking she is going to have a baby, actually isn't, then goes on a rampa.. |
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Talking To FlowersA Poem by MoominFor my children |
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BathtimeA Poem by Debbie BarryA new nursery rhyme, which popped into my head in the middle of the night. "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water." |
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Poor BabyA Poem by Debbie BarryA new nursery rhyme, which popped into my head in the night. This one is sad. Newgate was, among other things, the prison for debtors. |
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The babyA Story by AshThis is a scary short story I did the other day in class out of nowhere. the original is in Spanish but I'm rewriting it in English. |
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Sacred DanceA Poem by wordsbyjhurstA go at iambic pentameter. |
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A WOMAN OF EXCELLENT TASTEA Book by Peter RogersonI've not much of a clear idea where this might go, but my initial intention is to use it as a vehicle for commenting on social inequalities in society.. |
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1. THE EARLY YEARS.A Chapter by Peter RogersonIntroducing Ursula at both the end and the start of her life. |
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Ten little fingers.....A Poem by OnlymeTen little fingers.Ten little toes.A Bonnie face...looking back at me.Gurgling and cooing. Smiling and laughing,Snoozing and dreaming,Cuddly and endea.. |
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A Woolly TaleA Poem by Debbie BarryA nursery rhyme that worked itself out in my head while I was in the shower. I doubt that's actually relevant. |
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VA Poem by Soul AsherFor Baby |
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Don't Crush The BabyA Poem by Earl SchumackerWord to the wise |
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The AccusedA Poem by MoominOn behalf of the victims of Abortion |
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44. A VICAR MOVING INA Chapter by Peter RogersonTwo women and one man discuss romantic love... |
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check....A Poem by Onlymeten little fingers -checkten little toes -checkone adorable face -check.one tickly tiny new little belly -check.One over protect new dad -checkone bea.. |
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Pure HappinessA Poem by P. J. Rough-Ropea poem about what makes me happy |
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Faith, Hope....A Poem by Onlyme9 months to the dayin the hospital waitingfor the birth in labourpushing and pantingand then she comesnot breathing.Gone quiet everythingmoving rushin.. |
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When he held my handA Poem by CherryMy son is my reason for everything |
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