The words that I responded with Were foul enough To get a response with a fist I am fed up with that one And instead…
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Come, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms. The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs. Come, you dashing lupine And join…
Leave a CommentOne Christmas, death showed up To rip the bonds apart And they, who were stunned – Said their good-byes Hastily at the tomb. That same…
Leave a CommentI used to keep. My thoughts to myself. Never wanting to hurt anyone, So, I was quiet as a mouse. Always listened to…
Leave a CommentHere we go again I am washing my hands And there’s a spider hanging motionless On the mirror I am so used to them that…
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