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Who Moved The RockA Poem by Tricia PattinsonWho Moved The Rockby Tricia PattinsonWho moved the rockYou were under?Who cursed the WorldWith your horrors?Bringer of great world warsTerrors without.. |
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Gazing Into DarknessA Story by Chris WhitehurstA short story about sex, drugs and rock n' roll. |
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Bubble of DoomA Poem by RJA new song I'm working on. Feedback anybody? |
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Shotgun KissesA Story by Indestructible BooksWritten by Skye. Inspired from art by Ashley Koepke. |
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Fleetwood Mac Tacoma Washington Concert ReviewA Story by DanielScanlonI attended the concert by default, as I work security for TD. I get to see many shows for free...AND I get paid!! THIS was one of the best!! |
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The Silver EmbraceA Poem by RavenwingVerse 1: Traced with the silver lining of hope, Clouds white within the angles of Your face I will lay to rest Within Your embrace .. |
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BlackbrushA Poem by Robert RonnowBlackbrush�" -- Coleogyne ramosissimathe dominant understory shrubin the pinyon-juniper canyons.Mountain-mahogany�" -- Cercoca.. |
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EngineersA Poem by Robert RonnowEngineers knowto build in redundancieswhen lives dependnot necessarily exact replicas of the primary unitbut systems whose secondary functionis to car.. |
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Ectopic HeartA Poem by Robert RonnowEctopic heartbeat. Acousticneuroma. Sleepapnea. Gettingolder blessingagainst alternative.Neither hatenor repair.Immediatelythe woods were familiar .. |
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Grand CanyonA Poem by Robert RonnowThe Grand Canyon is like the brainwith deep, unexplored fissures and tributaries,the main route well known by now.I am walking, walking inside my mind.. |
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No cows to look atA Poem by Robert RonnowNo cows to look atI hear the truck trafficEverything changes like cloudsThe page this poem is on burnsComing from the funeral with friendsTalking on t.. |
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The seasons inure us to lossA Poem by Robert RonnowThe seasons inure us to losswhether a vote of confidenceor no confidencewe are neither more nor lessin our hearts and souls. We are stillwhole, histor.. |
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Under-sky sleeping, bone keepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa.. |
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Polar Bear Mugs WinoA Poem by Robert RonnowHave I ever been profoundly lost? Yes. Railroad tracks and a river wide as the Amazon, yet lost. Living in the intense sunshine of northern New .. |
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Four.A Chapter by Wendy Grace4Leo obviously would be no help, he was still passed out on the bed. I got up instantly. I was extremely relieved to see that I still was wearing what.. |
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