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A man
on his purple Harley
riding north on a two lane road
keeping just right of center
weaving in and out, in and out
stopping only when the ..
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Where does it go, always flying off?
Many hold on to the hope
that they can forestall
it vanishing
Moving toward a future
tha..
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A Story by Tammy
Ice crystals dance in time to winter's song, a dizzying display of beauty. Cries of distress howl in anguish as temperatures plunge. Naked limbs wavin..
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Autumn tears dampen
natures multi-color quilt
My heart skips a beat
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Dripping birch branches
leaning against Autumn’s bite
whispers of wisdom
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Orange nectar skies
drink away summertime blues
Chills run down my spine
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Autumn in full bloom
lures leaf peepers and Jack Frost
Melancholy’s song
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Footnote
Life’s dawning,
an inevitable journey
cataloging experiences
as we climb;
peaking at the cusp,
descending toward
the t..
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A Story by Tammy
Higher and higher, climbing, encircling his throat. Slowly tightening, stopping all air, causing the lungs to explode from lack of oxygen.
Gaspin..
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A Story by Tammy
The light was red, then green. The Toyota Corolla moved slowly toward the intersection. A flash of white invades her peripheral vision; reflexes..
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