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Family time was dinner time...A Poem by OnlymeHow sad it's to see family life is crumbling undermodern times and quick fast food. To where noone wants to eat together anymore in the home.Unless it.. |
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Seasons In The SunA Story by Dr. Tim WilliamsThe times of my youth bring back precious memories |
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(do you still)A Poem by minido you still remember? |
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People come, People go,A Poem by Pretty_as_a_PoetA tale of everyone who's touched my life and the mark they made. |
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Girls, Friends, Mothers. Stereo’s and Birthd..A Story by Ken Simm.Helen was older than I. By 36 hours apparently. She was born in India to quite well to do English parents on 21st of December and I was born to very.. |
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Seen too muchA Poem by Lydia WaldockI am what I'veseenI am made nothing more than skin and boneThe fleshthat was written on my body was never mine to keepHair cut and greasedI am what I'.. |
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ShipsA Poem by Pretty_as_a_PoetTwo Men, same Drink |
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ClassroomA Poem by Scott De BuitléirA few months ago in a bar near where I grew up, I spotted someone who used to be in the same class as me in school. This is my attempt to reconcile me.. |
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Motionless blissA Poem by Isick the poetWrote this about a friendship turned into lovers over night. As i wrote this i kinda let my mind take me there to that night and tried to work on deta.. |
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skin deepA Poem by red.evangelineI sometimes wonder what it would be liketo have that thing called peace of mindto be someone whowasn't in a constant state of comingundoneit seems so .. |
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Winter SolsticeA Chapter by Lyn Andersonit's all up hill from here. |
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0 to 60A Poem by dancingskyUntil then |
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Truth Be knownA Chapter by Arthur HennLife has its ways to capture the truth of whom you really are. |
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Better DaysA Poem by Victor WaruiWe need a time machine. Like ASAP!!! |
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catacomb of memoriesA Poem by Devashish Kumara grey gentle morning invitedme to an untrodden path withpromises of lush green grassand wind slow sweet and softirresistibly tempted- i duly obligeda.. |
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Goodnight.A Poem by Megan DoedenSome nights I feel okay.Steady and calm.The breeze kissing mesoftly.Allowing a quiet,easy slumber.I can picture you there,beside me.Breathing slowlyas.. |
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