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Random First Lines: a series of Letters for each day- something between a short story and a poetry » Read
This was originally a poem that I wrote about my paternal grandpa. He had a saddle and knew that I loved horses, so when he died, he left me his saddle. This story was created from some of the things he had told me and the time I spent with him as a young girl, but it is mostly fiction. About a...
Fences not only make your home secure against intruders and trespassers but also reflect your choice and style. They provide you the much needed security without marring the beauty of your yard or garden.
I couldn't even for this into poetry. Deictaed to Amy; who broke up with me 5/6/10
The nose simply wants to get along.
By Grigor Mcgregor
A guy looking for an appealing woman finds her. Both are good people, unsophisticated and not highly educated. They just get on with it and do well.
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I