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Here's another blonde joke. It may be the last joke as I'm starting on a new series!! So enjoy that last one!! :)
A short poem about a stripper with the opportunity to leave and start over but shes scared because she became so accustomed to her old lifestyle.
By Kendall Renee
This is the first poem I've ever written. Finding the right words to get my feelings out was a little tough, but ultimately, I feel better now.
we live in a beautiful part of decorah, ia. this is what i see from my porch.
Miscellaneous | Updated May 13, 2012 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 7
This is a story i wrote just for fun. It is about a boy who loses everything important to him. He forgets what life is. Until he meets a man on a porch.
Short Story | Updated Feb 23, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Unfortunate Cowboy
Sometimes, it's enough and more.
Poetry | Updated Oct 10, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
People reject the discriminatory acts by US authorities especially at the ports of entry...
Sometimes its very hard to see signs of a marriage that has gone wrong and your the last to know you never see the signs of it and when it hits you your world falls apart right before your eyes. This is a short story about my life and the Happiness I had and I heartach I now have in my Life.
By Terry Collett
A GIRL IS RAPED WHILE LIFE GOES ON AROUND HER.
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2008 | Reads: 117 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
When you find a forever love, it never leaves you. Death may separate your earthly bodies but it's in the
for a friend at allpoetry.
My name is Cara Louann.
My user name is PoovyLou.
My birthday is April 3rd, I am an Aries.
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
I wanted to remember this moment
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
The America, that used to be.