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A true and evolving story.
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Little worm, why do you wriggle so?Are you so delighted with lifethat you desire to be in constant motion;basking in the secure depths ofthe God given..
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A child's laughter fills the shattered classroom,but there are no children, only piles of dustand feral cats licking their lips, as stray dogswith loy..
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Just a reflection.
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The old man, (eighty seven I had beentold by the vicar,) looked to be asleep,memories of past glories no doubt crowding his dreams. I smiled, then set..
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!”Lewis C..
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The tear stains are temporary,a passing dampness on plain paper,not yet inscribed with condolence;and my conservatory, ordinarily filled with sunshine..
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Far from the fields the city children play,their world enclosed within a narrow street's decay,and harsh it is, so harsh; a dull and foggy slumthat ba..
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When colour shone in my eyes,when I loved you beyond desire,shadows slipped into nothingnessand time had no place or meaning.When I loved you, I loved..
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I attended a lecture on pests yesterdaywhere a very large numbers were present,including a termite who munched noisilyand made life most awfully unple..
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