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A review of the most devious way a patient would try to pass a urine drug screen and how to prevent it.
Well my sister and I, was talking about my son, who passed away 20 years ago. We spoke on coping. Thereafter I came up with this piece, no planning was involved. I guess you can say free writing in the mix. Short version....
A Christian poem of faith.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When Australian Black Hawk pilot, Captain Banjo Mabo Cameron left for the United States to train with the best of the best, he didn't expect any distractions. A romantic comedy that will tickle your heart.
Novel | Updated Jun 9, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ayla Daniels
I made this for my own sheer enjoyment..
By Bill Rayburn
Should we measure our own level of excellence in life, or lack thereof....and if so, CAN we? Objectively?
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
"Hey, Iâ€™m Evelyn Valentine, Iâ€™m 19 years old, and Iâ€™m going to tell you what happened to me when I was 17.
Well it is actually, so letâ€™s start.
Here goes nothing."
Evelyn Valentine Is Having A Night Out With Her 'Friends'. As Usual Mary And Gabriella...
By Silver Wings
I wrote this as I am a Maternal and Child Health Nurse and was sick of people saying but you just weigh babies don't you...a bit tongue in cheek but a sense of fun at the same time...and no we don't JUST WEIGH BABIES!!!!
Another year has gone and what have I got to show ... this is just a reflection of how meaningless our race for material things are.
By Susan Hartline Fouts
This is a poem I wrote for my youngest son's birthday. He is 12 today and entering his peer pressure years and I wanted to give him a poem in honor of his special day.
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
By Glenda Vautrin
about how i could never meassure up,to someone elses standards.
Poetry | Updated Mar 21, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2