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lingeringvisions.wordpress.com
Each of them was in their own world, Oblivious. Even those who did not seem to be, Oblivious. The loud group at the corner of the bar? Oblivious. The man waiting for his wife to return, Oblivious. The bartender thinking about all the places she would rather be, Oblivious. But not me, I don't miss... |
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misky.uk
The Derelict Line to Turners Hill My feet have come to rest here,at the end of this dim lit lane, where fallen leaves, gold and red and brown,rain down like regal crowns, and however soft I treadupon this hardened path, I stop and look and listen for the 8:04,a train from a sky faded world,... |
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ceayr.com
Copyright Ayr/Gray The Unicorn Challenge. A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her - Jenne Gray - and me.Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.The rules are:Maximum of 250 words.Based on... |
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jjjinteractivebooks.com
Oh my, dragonfly Patiently awaiting prey Unaware insects Upon the flowers they feast 'Til scooped up by the skimmer Colleen's 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge |
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