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I am standing next to a stranger dressed in the cleanest white with the most radiant face. The flowers around the church awed at her beauty, filled with jealousy. I am standing
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The smell of frying fish travels through the newly painted house as a five month old baby starts crying for a milk bottle. The beach invites a strong breeze into their house as
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Everything starts with poetry. The first letters written; the first words spoken: the most essential to a true poet. He writes from his heart, and anything that hides from his
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I buried my hand deep into my pocket searching for a coin to share to the children. I sensed they needed it, they wanted it. But they had smiles, they had laughs, and they play
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I have always dreamt of
The Christmas I never had100 words, 1 comment, April 20, 2007
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Write me a novel, Write me a speech, - The Christmas I Never Had at allpoetry
I have always dreamt of
The Christmas I never had - When My Wings Fail Me at allpoetry
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