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Till Leaves They Fall the Sycamore

Till Leaves They Fall the Sycamore

A Poem by Jack...


A perfect day for love, resting in the shade.
How Beautiful Are Thy Feet With Shoes

How Beautiful Are Thy Feet With Shoes

A Poem by Delmar Cooper


How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights! Unveil as wantons will. Drop your robes of green, your robes of gold. Reveal ..
Here I Am

Here I Am

A Poem by Edith McCann


An autobiographical poem I wrote for my 10 year old son.
A Place Of Wonder

A Place Of Wonder

A Story by steve


A short story.
Mourning Wood

Mourning Wood

A Poem by Gaia Octavia


She met her paramourunderneath the sycamore whose smooth mottled barkwould tend her handas she waited in the darkfor her secret manSo when nighttime f..