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We were very lucky in lots of ways. The three of us sisters had a free reign on the farm since my father had left us. It would be our last winter there. When spring came the buyers would fall in love with the place, and we
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P.S. Don't give the Ol'woodsman fancy soaps for Christmas.
He'll think it's fudge and try to eat them. hahahaha....
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A poem about the wind using similies
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A Poem I wrote when I was bored in class.
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Flighty menacing display / Revealing lazily at first / Patience for / The eye to perform / The vulgarian within / This firing, booming whir
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the hunt of a young female wolf.
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As soon as I looked in to her eyes, green as the first Autumn leaves, I knew I loved her. But before we could be in love, before we could form a relationship of such commitment to each other, she had to know me, and I her.
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Random thoughts for this time of year.
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One hundred and five, one hundred and six… the late evening was wearing heavy on me, blurring my vision. The glittering points of light against midnight fused till it looked like a painter had taken a brush and painted a wh
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I lay with heavy eyes, / The air filled with delicious innocence, / My heartbeat softened in hazy desire / For the moment I am in... / Butt
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Twilight is dark / And the stars spark / As Lovers park /
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I dreamed I was a dolphin / In the atlantic ocean / Swimming / Swiftly / I dreamed I was a baby dolphin / Close to my mother / Learning / Q
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Shining sun look down on me, / Create your love aglow / Turn to me your sunkissed dream / So I too may grow / The grassy knolls are peaceful / I call this place my home / The tree whi
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I see the stars
And wonder why
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The eternal sunlit moon, focused on an opalescent sea of green. / Carrying the world on her shoulders, bearing the universal symbol of life
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just another stormy night.
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Twilight... / the first star hiding / behind a cloud.
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Seraphim sing and demons growl / Mighty prophet’s command and the wolves, they howl / To the moon we bid praise and are lost in such gaze /
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The jungle, / With its tall trees, / Thundering waterfalls, / And birds in all the colors of the rainbow, / The cool breeze, / The chatteri
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The story of a Faun, any faun in fact, begins with a tree, it ends there to, without a doubt, for the two are most intimately tied. A faun
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Blown across the inky night, / sung throughout the stars, / whispered within the oldened willows, / blessed beyond the furthest Mars. / Weeping in night's pillows, / lost within the sighing
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And through the stormy brink of night / The fog and mist do slowly rise / Where love once lived, along with life / Now darkness covers land with strife / Founded for a common cause / To live
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~The rain...so many things at once...so many emotions...so many moments...flickering in the light...~ / I would sigh with a spark of lightn
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She stands and she swears with a cigarette butt poking uselessly out of her teeth / The orchard is growing like nobody’s business and blooming with careless relief / And she walks through the trees and swats at
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Rain, rain, / Let it rain on me, / Cleanse away the teardrops that be, / Bury them where they'll never be found, / Never to be thought of beneath the ground. / River, oh beautiful River, / Tell me / Where y
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The chill wind blows evermore / Upon the stony mountain doors / The river runs, swift it seems / Past the forest of thick, tall trees / Mountains tall and oceans deep / Tell me, what does ma
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I stared at myself in the reflection on the river. The wind blew strands of hair loose from my ponytail and across my face. I cupped my hands and filled them with water, then splashed it on my face. It felt refreshing and sat
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The stormy sea awaits thee. / It calls to you with its soft, salty breeze. / Will you answer its call? / Or will you ignore it and / Cont
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Flames trickle and dance about their dark background, / Smoke glides with the wind, bringing it's hot fog through the trees, / The glowing
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The storm raged on in the Australian bushland of Kuraby, the harsh rain drops pelting the earth like arrows of ice, the thunder keeping the
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The man puffed as he walked up the steep incline. He was dressed in khaki pants and a faded white shirt that held a label proudly displaying the Columbia University logo. His face was sweaty, but his boyish chiselled features were still visible. He had a
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And there the Listener sat, listening to the symphony. The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning forever sing the song of the storm.
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There was a single tree that grew out of the barren soil. It was not a large tree, but its dark branches hung as if it was crying. Though e
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The sea whispered in her ear a salty song, full of sweet sadness. But there was a hint of hope, something that was never there before.
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