Once again I hear the pitter-patter of little feet Dizzying laughter and giggles of those…
Tag: Writing 201
The Blue Mountains, given that name due to the blue haze that hovers above them,…
You did your job and did it well, And then I quite forgot. I’d rolled…
Here I sit a little onion, Sad, lonely and confused. Thinking of my elder brother,…
He smiled as he said ‘I’ve a plan! Sell the house and the rusty sedan!’…
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