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A poem about wrinkled hands. Inspired by a story in "chicken soup for the soul" about a mother who saved her child from a fire and also, inspired by a story about Albrecht DÃ¼rer regarding his painting called "Betende HÃ¤nde" (the Praying Hands)(Og Mandinoâ€™s book, A Better Way To Live)
Children must fight to death to survive. 30 children only one group can survive. seen through different eyes
By J L Hehl
Southern charm, southern memories, time changes everything.
â€œI heard good things about you, I hope you can help,â€ the voice came from an old person sitting in dark green â€˜Humberâ€™, an old British auto make. It was in the parking lot of sugarcane research station in Jamaica.
Juggernaut looked inside the car carefully...
This is the story of the life of a piece of cardboard, and its thoughts on life as it prepares to be recycled.
Poem relating to old age
Poetry | Updated Sep 2, 2009 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 16