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The First SnowA Poem by Beautiful IntentionsWe had played like children in a frosted field Where I had once chased summer dragonflies When I was just a little girl still strutting pigt.. |
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25 days until ChristmasA Book by OmikronThis is my verbalized christmas calendar with a collection of poems for all the 25 days before Christmas. I hope you all enjoy this interpretation of .. |
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The Snow And Still Have Fun With Your FamilyA Story by Jessie Johnsonit's of principal significance that families spend some enjoyable time together. Such time will have to no longer best be for the period of holidays o.. |
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Day 5A Chapter by OmikronI'm the worst at keeping in touch, but I guess you guys don't worry too much. |
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Day 6A Chapter by Omikron6th of December, 2016I would like to fall.To fall back to fall again.To cry in the rain,To fade away with the drops,To be washed away,To let my tracks.. |
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Chapter (3) COWBOY HAT AND BRUSSELS SPROUTSA Chapter by MAD ENGLISHMANThe snow was crisp and crystal white,on that family Christmas morning.Across the glistening garden sitea new days light was dawning.A child in cowbo.. |
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Day 8A Chapter by Omikron8th of December, 2016If my eyes could shine as bright as a star,Would I become one, someday?I hope that my shine could reach out far,So that Santa wou.. |
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Slaughter of the Christmas TreesA Poem by OmikronA poem from my "25 days until Christmas" collection, for a contest. |
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Las BailarinasA Poem by Anastasia HarperAn Original Poem by Anastasia E. Harper This poem was an attempt to imitate the style of poetry found in S.P. Somtow's books, The Riverrun Trilogy... |
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The Leopard's VigilA Poem by Anastasia HarperAn Original Poem by Anastasia E. Harper. There's not much to say about this one, but it was written when I was lonely. |
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Day 11A Chapter by Omikron11th of December, 2016You will forget the soft kiss of the sun,When you bathe in a sea of thick darkness,Wasting your prayers on an earth that's long .. |
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Day 12A Chapter by Omikron12th of December, 2016They claim more victims than the flu.Every year it's the same déjàvu.They linger quietly around the bend,Until the.. |
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My friend, SantaA Poem by OmikronA poem that I submitted to the December Poetry contest! |
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