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 I have a few problems with which I grapple I now have another, thanks to Apple Rarely exercise, should kick it up a notch My wif... [read more] |
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Donald Trump, you tell lies That we know, it's no surprise Can you leave? Would be good We're all thinking that you should ... [read more] |
 Senlac Hill, 1066 C.E. The year shifts its weight. A shoreline tightens around the morning, and three ships press their ribs a... [read more] |
 I look forward to the day I can be grateful… that people across every nation have together as one planet arrived at this beautiful re... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to one day live in a world Where love…not hate…is expanding A world where our prejudices will stand aside in the na... [read more] |
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As the new year approaches it feels like our country…our world is teetering on the edge of a cliff as we wonder what has happened to... [read more] |
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I am grateful this holiday season… or for any time spent in the arms of my family… So when they say upon leaving…”See you soon.” I ca... [read more] |
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I wish we were all blessed… for what a wonderful world this would be… If our first words to everyone we meet are…Welcome to our famil... [read more] |
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There is this wonderful natural phenomenon… that unfortunately never lasts too long… performed by the early birds…it’s called the mor... [read more] |
 The year exhales. Soft as a tide withdrawing its long breath, it leaves its salt on our skin, the ache, the grace, the lessons that still gl... [read more] |
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There once was a King named Pat Whose subjects thought he was too fat Pat said 'On my throne they see I'm sinking I know what they're... [read more] |
 The heart gets torn asunder, When a family member is lost, Especially when they leave by choice, Their absence turns the heart to frost.... [read more] |
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Trapped in a small town, A woman of young age, Dreaming of something bigger, Beyond her rural cage. In the local diner she waits, Wis... [read more] |
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There is no greater wound, Than to suffer a loss, For it leaves behind a rift, That can never be crossed. Only memories remain, A rem... [read more] |
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"the platform match" St Pancras squares its red‑brick shoulders, arches polished like a knight’s best armour, clock tow... [read more] |