Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Poppysmic: Verse Attack
Poppysmic: Verse Attack: Just not a Mother I always saw her as a mother, I repent for not seeing her any oth...
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In the cold misty morning the barren branch amongst the blossoming trees looked so dark, so grey, so rough , so hard, so unwelcoming and li...
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Though one might think like Shakespeare , "What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any ...
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And if you asked me today - What is life? I would not dither a bit to tell you that Life is an Act of Figuring Out. Figuring out where you b...
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