It is time
for the buds on the trees
to sprinkle perfume on the breeze
for permafrost to melt away
and fill up bubbling springs
for the warming rays of the sun
to lure us from our dens
and peel away the cold grey cloak
for the winter
to finally end
Asking Permission
Did I mean to or not? Am I sorry or did I just get caught? Your mad because you say You can never know either way But if I had just asked ...
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The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe... -
It wasn’t my fault really, or at least that is what I keep trying to tell myself. How was I supposed to know that this would happen? It wa...
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She was unhappy. She tried to tell her parents, suggested taking a year off, but the answer was no, so off to college she went. She was un...
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