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I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
Intemperateness at minimal ogdoad glasses of liquid regular and drunkenness nutrient in the forenoon helps in fast metric release as advisable by doctors. Intake of fertiliser foods for breakfast is welcome.
My attempt at writing a poem with a regular rhythm. I kind of got lucky with how well it turned out :)
Another regular at the Dawton Diner. Sylvie Vickers. Newly widowed but twice bereft. Her life ahead seeming one of scalded sensitivities. Here, for a morning meet with old time friend Ellie Fortnum, please meet Sylvie...
this is the first Dawton Diner regular to be introduced: Ellie Fortnum. So far I have four others, yet for you to meet
Short Story | Updated May 21, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
So what is the box?
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
dont pin no summary onto the truth.
By Sitting Ponderer
This is juts a short poem on what i felt today in the night... i was just standing outside my house when i pondered over the night and came up with this poem. Hope you guys like it too, please do comment on it