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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: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A review of the most devious way a patient would try to pass a urine drug screen and how to prevent it.
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: 4 | 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.
The 4th part of the history of Richard Channing
"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?