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 Verse 1 There’s a knock on the door in the dead of night, Boots on the porch and flashes of light, Mothers hold their children, Praying this... [read more] |
 I am grateful for being able to bask in my friend’s and family’s glory… who every day help me write the pages of my love story [read more] |
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May we all be blessed to find a partner in life… whose love is never in doubt. A person who is not only easy to live with… but someon... [read more] |
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When he first knew he loved her…he was too shy to let her know too timid to overcome his fears… so each night he whispered ‘I Love Yo... [read more] |
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Although, by travel, we have gone a long way, it does not seem far at all---such being the excitement of the star risng into our sight... [read more] |
 Blisspoint The chemists know it: a curve on the graph where sugar sings loudest, before the tongue grows numb. The mark... [read more] |
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The rubes and clodhoppers among whom I dwell cannot comprehend Araw's naked beauty, engorged, enhanced by sheer OTC's; like our romance's fu... [read more] |
 Melissa was no lady She did not act right Behaving disgracefully in broad daylight She flirted; she would not abate... [read more] |
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at the brink Dawn rose slow along the ridge, a pale fire brushing their bare shoulders, the kind of light that makes the world feel... [read more] |
 New year has arrived and yet it all seems unchanged Every day in the news the same ole, same ole Wicked men doing wicked things You k... [read more] |
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Euclid described points, lines, planes, and polygonic variations. I want to describe the strands of sweetstuff that your e'lations launch fr... [read more] |
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a friendship's glow They stayed so close the night grew thin, As if the air forgot its place. Their hearts beat hard against t... [read more] |
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Where the Faun Drew Them Near Night settled slow along the ridge, A sway of grass beneath their feet. The boys stood close, to... [read more] |
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The Way They Moved They met where the paddock dipped to shade, Two boys with dust along their shins, Their steps unsure, yet drawn t... [read more] |
 INSIDE MY HEADWritten by Alana Cheng I can still feel so much, of the whirlwind storm that is continuing on so endlessly, just before... [read more] |