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M=MusicA Poem by Andy RuffettA poem that every musician needs to read. |
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Why did you honk at me, Lady in The White Car?A Poem by Alexander EmbersonSome woman honked at me when I had the right-of-way. |
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Hospital Moment part 1A Story by Amber Taschgoing to be a cute little romance^^ |
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The Fish and the BullA Poem by Natashaduality speaking. |
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Frowning RoadsA Story by Kajal GulabaniLast week I made a quick visit at a science exhibition displaying creative ideas of the zestful science students of an exalted varsity. Throwing s.. |
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The Other Side of the CoinA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe cards had been falling badly for The man that they knew as Jack, He’d entered through the scullery door In a faded, stained.. |
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The Book on the Topmost ShelfA Poem by David Lewis PagetMy uncle lived in a big old house At the end of Mayfair Drive, With thirteen rooms and a library, Whilst he was still alive. But .. |
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The Devil is in the details...A Story by Tegon MausIn the course of my day I travel an average of 120 to 150 miles a day. That amount of traveling puts me in a good number of homes by the end of each .. |
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Sitting With The DevilA Poem by Emily'The devil himself' |
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The Orange MonsterA Poem by EmilyBig orange monster hiding in the dark |
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I'm breaking inA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereA brave man is a man who dares to look the Devil in the face and tell him he is a Devil. James A. Garfield |
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The Devil ParkA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe said, ‘Let’s go to the Devil Park,’ At noon, on a summer’s day, I said, ‘We’d better go after dar.. |
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The Ancient City of LonA Poem by David Lewis PagetWe went down in the submersible Just Andy Malone and me, The project wasn’t reversible Beneath the Andaman sea, The funding for it a one-tim.. |
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The BirthingA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe rain swiftly flowed down the gutters,The thunder roared out overhead,The wind whistled in through the falling leavesOf the trees that were thought.. |
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Demon EyesA Poem by David Lewis PagetIt hovered above on the ceiling,It only would come at night,My sister said she’d a feelingIt was dark, and was full of fright,The light would gl.. |
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The Witch of the MorningA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere once was a wicked WarlockWho lived on Crabtree Hill,He lured the Witch of the Morning thereWho was my mother still,My father, he was the patient.. |
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