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group name: incharacter
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May 08, 2008 09:50 AM EDT --
I do not remember! I told them for the thousandth time, while caged in the back of the old style black and white squad car with my hands cuffed behind my back. I surely, . . . more
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July 18, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Ice {Friday writing essential}
A dusty car of ice-candy man.
He is leaning on the car
stoical, vacant, aloof.
A stem of a humble grass is
his staple food for the time being.
. . . more
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . . more
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . . more
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . . more
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July 19, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
Crème and sugar
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Crème and sugar are a stringent no-no.
He has been advised not to indulge in
drinks and other things
gone with the golden . . . more
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July 17, 2008 08:04 AM EDT --
The rider of a bike
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( To the Alison's Bike)
The aroma of green.
The homing birds
and hungry fledglings.
The landscape runs backward.
Hurrah. She . . . more
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June 30, 2008 11:50 AM EDT --
I have decided not to go for the 3125 any more its not worth the headache, the buggy my hubby and my doxies are giving me for being on Gather too much...for $50 its not worth getting sick or divorce . . . more
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July 01, 2008 09:28 PM EDT --
My best friend from Michigan sent me this in my email box.
Boy I cried...
Am I a Fireman Yet??
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> In Phoenix , Arizona , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6
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June 22, 2008 10:55 PM EDT --
When Baylee comes to our house she loves taking a bath , because Grandma W. has fun baths.
Not only does she loves baths .......she is a Ham !
For some reason I am unable to do a photo essay maybe . . . more
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July 16, 2008 08:15 AM EDT --
Under the bridge of sigh (Venice ):
Wednesday writing essential: gather writing
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . . more
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July 14, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Some stories and untold truths to a tourist
Sea strokes the foot of the long dead tree.
Gulls in a galore. How many of them
Do you have named?
And, you have asked . . . more
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July 15, 2008 07:38 AM EDT --
Summer, 2008
Open day for clouds.
The park is the reign of the youth,
of the old and dog owners alike.
The girl who is collecting pebbles,
does not have . . . more
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May 31, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. . . . more
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June 02, 2008 07:54 AM EDT --
( This is some body else's dream. Yes, as i explore through the unknown world of dreams of my known individuals, I face this dream seen by a lady living a hard city life and working . . . more
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June 28, 2008 07:58 AM EDT --
Alike flower ( to Shelbia)
Like a flower I born and die in the same day
And, reborn on the morning next.
Present is like the milk bottle, turns up filled on
Every morning . . . more
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July 01, 2008 09:44 AM EDT --
The Longest Bridge
The longest bridge is the one
built between two human hearts.
The water streams under is cold, dark, distant.
those eyes of two human look . . . more
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July 09, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
Adrift
"Are you silent tonight?"
He knows she won't tell, if she is silent.
She won't tell the reasons.
He should know after so many years
Of living together. . . . more
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July 10, 2008 09:17 AM EDT --
Inanimately together
It has an inanimate friendship
with the old walking stick.
The friend, the dark brown stick
is always there. After a death
in the family there is nobody . . . more
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