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Poor Life ChoicesA Poem by SteveTarasevTrapped by my calculated decisions. Boxed in by flawed plans of my own visions. |
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Less Than HumanA Poem by SpiritFingersOr, "How I feel every other Friday." |
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Some wishes could sailA Story by Annie-ProxyIn the end of the day, we have someone to turn back to, right? Well, not me. I don't have a warm home to go to, I don't have a family to love, and I d.. |
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Poor PoetryA Poem by BattlecrySomething I wrote about how poetry is becoming a dying art since less people are noticing it's potential. |
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The Accepted PrayerA Story by Sheikh MeeladThis story is about a poor boy who prays and then gets rich! |
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The Chain Between Hope and LoveA Story by ApebbleA story of the great love shown through charity. Although written with a religious view, it is a good showmanship of the value of giving of yourself t.. |
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Death of DeathA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueDeath shall die one day |
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BankruptA Poem by Randy JohnsonTHIS IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY. |
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Who is Truly Poor?A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueWho is truly poor? The person with hardly any riches, Or he who is dark inside, And yearns like Macbeth for more. Poverty is .. |
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THE CHILLING TRUTH.A Story by jackiemetthe air on that cold winter morning was bone chilling.it bit through his clothes and wrapped it's cold fingers around his skin with a ruthless grasp.t.. |
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CHASING THE DRAGON.A Story by jackiemethe hadn't seen them for so long.he hadn't been able to laugh with them in a time that seemed too long.had he ever really been able to see them? spend .. |
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Rickshaw and the PullerA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueRickshaw though born in Japan, The land of the rising sun, Reaches many nations, Aiming to extend beauty and offer, for the poor, opt.. |
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In Search of ParadiseA Story by caite17oIs nanna really dead or has she ran away to the circus? |
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SALVATIONA Poem by Mad Minionanother random dribble |
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Blessed Be The PoorA Poem by RavenwingAn old one, but still enjoy it:) |
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ShadeA Poem by Robert RonnowYour past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c.. |
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Cleaning Out Their HouseA Poem by Robert RonnowPocket knives, tape measures.An extensive collection of coins.Nails, screws, numerous sizes, and setsof nail clippers, files, polishes and brushes.Sho.. |
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