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May 27, 2015
This piece of work is dedicated to Kim; Then, also in an extended way, to all of you lovely ladies who have inspired the spark of it's creation... A Happy Birthday, & blessed life to those who are so special to the rest of us all... Passionate; The act of…
This is a true story. It is about my granddaughter, Makayla who lives in Chicago with her single mother and other siblings. Her father and his wife live in Mobile Alabama. They have no other children. Makayla looks forward to her summer visits to Alabama either for two or three…
As my first piece of writing I am going to share the very first poem I remember writing. I don't write poems anymore, but I have remembered this poem from the 4th grade when I wrote it. It is nothing fancy, I just wanted to share! Just goes to show…
Her face carried such a scowl, One hundred pounds of evil mean. My six-four frame felt fear, my gills turned two shades green. Hands at her waist, were fisted. A five foot stance of raging Hell. This woman sure looked mad, A fury, I could tell.