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The Son ExtraOrdinaireA Book by Mrinalini RThe coach of cricket team has special fondness for a player in his team. But, over the course of a week, things turn turbulent. |
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Caged in by addictionA Poem by TylerThe feeling of being hurt by the insides of guilt. The strength to own up and change. The story of seeing the cross roads. |
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I DOA Poem by Sylvia ChikaRenewal of vows |
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The Egg on ToastA Story by Xo"And did you seeEastenderslast night?" my wife excitedly spurts, to her friend, in our living room.I am in the kitchen, preparing food for these two w.. |
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husband, you sleepA Poem by sherry westA new wife tenderly gazes upon her husband while he is asleep beside her |
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It's Just LifeA Poem by JamesJust goofing off a little. |
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SnowstormA Story by Marilyn PhilipsA husband and wife grieve and love. |
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The Eulogy of Alice HayesA Story by GwenLarkA man says goodbye to his wife. |
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HomeworkA Poem by Robert RonnowMoby Dick, geometry, physics.Study every subject everyday.Homework is an indicator of future success.Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.. |
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Wedding Day (for Tiff)A Poem by David Lewis PagetWritten at the request of my granddaughter Tiffany, to read at her wedding in October. |
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RoiyaanA Poem by VikrantsinghSoliders wife, the pain, agony, anger she suffers each minute she feels and stays happy! Salute to their strength and support to this nation. |
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She Is Beautiful.A Poem by GeeSimple words for my wife |
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Poem: Truth & LiesA Poem by Mark SamShe told lies about me, I swear it’s true. Using cunning and deceit, checkmate was made. Admiration knows no bounds, respecting her filthy m.. |
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I Believe in YouA Poem by Adam Byrn TrittA Physicist's Love Poem |
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She's Made HonestA Poem by ROXANE DORSEYIn the night when all is happily asleepthere's no time to put up two feetmy garden I must retreat to a slewof granny apple trees needing prunebefore J.. |
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EAR! EAR!A Story by Peter RogersonSometimes little things can happen, so small and insignificant you'd thing I'd dismiss them, but they grow into a story. Like an itchy ear |
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