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A Modern Tall TaleA Story by kylejacobsonHard Work Always Pays Off... if you're lucky |
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Never doneA Poem by ChemicalMadnessWhat if death had a "nurturing" mother? |
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Chasing Clockwork's InfinityA Poem by Mason RayburnHere I am between the heavens and this Earth I chase one man-call him Clockwork The master of it all-he determines my fate I am sent on my spi.. |
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Feel Good MomentA Poem by Mason RayburnCan you feel it? The feel good moment? Right before it all comes down? It's right after midnight And right before dawn The time before The li.. |
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[Insert Employer Here]A Poem by Mason RayburnBlabbering idiot Malcontent Sorry excuse for A pathetic little ingrate! Organized thought Is amiss [Employer] you make me Sick of this Yo.. |
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LuckyA Poem by Rita L. SevI am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it. - Thomas Jefferson |
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American DreamsA Story by Tiny GlitchIn the midst of the Great Depression, one family among thousands travel West in search of work |
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Dick and Jane StoryA Story by MaryI wrote this for English class, the only story I've written that I can call finished. |
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TO WORK IS TO PRAY.A Poem by Terry CollettTWO MONKS AND PRAYER AND WORK. |
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something specialA Poem by nigrum homonculusthis about someone from my workplace i foolishly developed feelings for. she doesn't know who she is and i doubt she'll ever read this. |
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Who says you have to follow the pack to the prong?A Poem by omnesInto the light, we awaken. New, fresh, bright, and mistaken. Smiles are shone at our faces, and we are given warm embraces. Encouragement is .. |
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A Note From Me To YouA Poem by lyssI long for the days I sat on her lap,The rocking lulling me to sleep.To think of all the times she picked me upAnd brushed the tears off my cheeks.I o.. |
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American Law is a Lie Unless it Pertains to All Am..A Story by Father MojoAnarchist Essay--There really needs to be an option of "Essay" in the scroll down box for "Type." |
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MissouriA Poem by OfDeathandLoveNight as chilly as the earth after rain, The highways and back streets are abandoned. The sun begins to peer over golden farm fields .. |
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UntitledA Poem by Jonathan DaltonWritten on 15 May 2013 |
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