Writing

Sun in My Face Warmth from sky above Touches me where I am parked. A delightful rush Delivers a start. For memories pour ..

With the onset of darknessThe wind drifted through my window with immense calmness ,Timidly began a wispher ,And headed me outside by a w..

The season of depression seems to be lifting, and I feel at peace.

The Reverend Barney Pickle isn;t up to the strains involved in sharing his bed with a female.

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