The little girl in a wayward dressjumping shamelessly, hair a messwhat becomes of training in the suna world athlete, the sheer power of oneshe jumps,..
Forget the penlose the maceit is stingingmy writing facehurry upkeep the pacehere it goesa writing racepush and shoveladder wrungs takenadvice so hars..
The gavel is upso is timedrunk driving againwhat a mess I findold and uglyscary looking tothis is what I findwhen I finallysearch for youput in the na..
Now take the two stringsupon your very shoesmake two loopsthese are your bunny earsnow twist the earssend one into the holepull them tightthe bunny ef..
Looking into the waters depthsI dream of many thingsbut who else has pondered hereupon these shoreswhere I restI look insee my reflectionthe little ri..
We often wonderas parentsAre we doing a good job?then comes the timejust a moment ago...My oldest daughter looked to meand said so soft, so endearing,..
Both feet downchalk on the groundcutest dresssunshine happinessdrop the rockwhere does it stopnow up onone foottap goes the beatseeing so wobblyon the..
The girl has bad,old, torn,shoes.She approaches the counter slowly.She is nervous asking for help.The lady behind her clears her throat.The girl stiff..
Quillope is a beautiful penwriting once then over againshe has a sharp pointthat she wishes to makewriting it all out for humanity sakeQuillope is ink..
He has $241.00 dollars left .That is it in the world.The sweat rolls from his brow.The dealer has a knowing look.Everyone watching knows.This is the l..