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 There's an elderly lady named Uma Who's been the subject of a nasty rumor Which accuses her of being a fake If she gets a headache... [read more] |
 More Than Scribbles The pen does not speak— it holds its silence in a chamber, a reservoir where sentences float unformed, dar... [read more] |
 Here, he disparaged his royal titles: Ptolemy XV, Pharaoh of Egypt, Supreme King over all kings, and Lord of the Two Lands.... [read more] |
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Too long have my eyes been salt‑wells, each dawn a wound, each moon a mask of grief, each sun a bitter chalice poured upo... [read more] |
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Lord Jesus, I pray that my life's loose ends and each small detail will, in a timely manner, find the proper spiritual fix according to the... [read more] |
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I am grateful for understanding when it comes to my friends and family Any love I’ve ever felt deeply will always be a p... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand Love is a continuous journey… but with love… on every road we take Along the way we get to enjo... [read more] |
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“I noticed you two are always holding hands everywhere you go? Why is that? ”Their granddaughter asked. “I’d really like to kno... [read more] |
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When they reported that they had just tossed Grand Duchess Elizabeth down that mine shaft, and followed through by dropping a grenade after... [read more] |
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Shoeless, shirtless; clad in pinstriped gray dress slacks and semi-sheer socks, he studied all night for the morning's test. His socks... [read more] |
 I have been a wife since my first boyfriend when I was 15. I'm the one who takes care of everyone. The one who is there on good and bad days... [read more] |
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Waste of Time You know I didn't understand until now why my mother didn't date when we were growing up and she was single or why my o... [read more] |
 Dawn broke, and she tumbled into bed. Dawn broke, and I sensed her through the murky clouds of vague dreams. Dawn broke, and I... [read more] |
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Pig Pen of Words The bond is a rope, a lash, a knot— cords that tether, cords that bruise, a ligature of loyalty and loss.... [read more] |
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There's a man in my co-op named Gus Who is hated by all of us Every shareholder Says he has a chip on his shoulder We all wish h... [read more] |