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The Magic of Growing UpA Poem by Tonya's CoffeeWritesWe all grow up, there is no doubt.We sometimes forget though, what it's all about.We were all born as babies, we all started out new.We seen with our .. |
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An Ending to an EndA Story by justdandySometimes you hear the things that you are not supposed to hear. |
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Grandaddy's StoryA Story by Pursue Peace BlogA young girl experiences death for the first time while also seeing her Grandaddy in a brand new way. She watches him as he relives the past, revealin.. |
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The Mountains are CallingA Story by Pursue Peace BlogA portrayal of the way in which we all can be captivated by nature. |
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My Grandmother's HandsA Story by F. Mary JessonSome thoughts one Valentine's Day a few years ago. |
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TimelessA Poem by TamikaThis is my first attempt at a Senryu Poem. Please feel free to give some feedback x |
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My GrandparentsA Poem by kurohanaEver since I was a child, I remembered how you smiled. Sweet, kind, gentle that lighten the room. Every night this little me come kno.. |
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The old oneA Story by stories from xxBased on my experience when visiting a nursing home |
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Preserving A Country LifeA Story by R.E. VaughnTwo young brothers bear witness to life and death at its most primitive level. |
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Hoodwinked!A Story by Fathima FaraIf nothing works right, try reverse psychology! |
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PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTSA Poem by Barbara WalkerA work in progress. |
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picture/houseA Story by Vria P Crow"A golden casket remains open during the Fall months..." |
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#1 'What is the meaning of life'A Chapter by Christina LoukaOn the 30th August 2000 at exactly 18:40 pm the doctor yelled at my mother one last time to “PUSH”, and that’s when I came out kic.. |
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GranddadA Poem by AnnabelleI wrote this poem my senior year of high school when my beloved Granddad passed away. |
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My Dearest GrandparentsA Poem by Phoebe TaylorA short poem dedicated to my two Grandparents who passed away this year. |
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Technology GapA Poem by Debbie BarryA 21st Century nursery rhyme, in the style of 18th Century rhymes, about a technology generation gap. |
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OldmanA Poem by MHMy skin is raw.Salty tears have begun to searValleys in pink skin.My insides burnbut not like they have been scalded with waterMore like the strings I.. |
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