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Issues can sometimes be the start of a dream...and sometimes dreams can become issues... to be rectified.
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Poems from Love
Article | Updated Jan 31, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Part of Earth â€“ A big event in not know, this group of mind short story, find the fine know of the empty know forget by know it.
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Cold Idea: Is Easy To Do
Sad, around those work that we do so great in number in, think...
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into misunderstanding, this series of psychological short stories, explores the finer meaning of the meaningless meanings overlooked by understanding itself.
Cold Concept: Is Easy To Do
Sadly, among those tasks which we...
By Keeper Of Hope
All I've posted thus far is the prologue. I hope you find it entangled with a bit of suspense and... action perhaps?
Can you forgive him?Because I could not! It was suppose to be a beautiful summer day up at The Girl in the Mist Waterfall,deep in the mountains of Transilvania.
both fishing, but not for fish?
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Another very short chapter in the caveman series
By Susan Hartline Fouts
This is a poem about evangelism. I honestly thought I had already posted it before but I guess I didn't because I did not see it. I must be having a senior moment in life with forgetfulness. Oh well, such is life.
By Susan Hartline Fouts
I never really gave myself much thought. I never really thought, what am I made of? When I read airs poem I was truly inspired to take the challenge and it caused me to think, What are my dreams? How do I see myself? What are my aspirations?
So here goes.
A poem about fishing that isn't really about fishing.
I was inspired by a comment by Jack Diamond saying 'Maybe when you go down to the sea, you will find their are plenty of fish in it' and also the idea of using your heart as bait.
Hope you like it.