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John Finan Dec 5
Basil, my , is a very sage man and over thyme, I have come to rely on him more and more. My sister Rosemary, does question though why I pay the rent on his 8 bed mansion in St Chives in Cornwall. It's costing me a mint.
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Owleyetine Dec 4
Got a mountain Check Got a cabin in nowhere land Check Got a rare talent Check Got a gaggle of fans Following my work as some damned Check Got replaced by a soulless Computer program because people were too lazy to learn the power cord free ways ...DammiT ..check
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shona moss Dec 4
The said let go. I didn't want to. How could it be right? To forget you? How could letting go Relieve my grief? I wanted to hold Your breathe Together with mine For all time. I couldn't. I let go And I could breathe, Without you, Somehow. It freed me, Impossibly.
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Derek L. 11m
Leave me alone while I listen to the REAL right quick.
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Dridhananda Dec 9
When someone ‘whistleblows’ against Nithyananda & Hinduism, do a background check to see what they’re real intention is.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Dec 4
“Sir, with you gone, who can I turn to for advice?” “Why would you want my advice, Haskins?” “You’ve always been here, you’re like a for me.” “Right... let’s see... er... never argue with an idiot.” “You argue with me all the time.” “Yes, you’re quite right.”
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Frank Key 📚 Dec 4
My is a shape shifter Appearing often as a sunset Other times as steam in a hot bath Inside the second cup of coffee Atop old willow tree creekside Swaying in a wildflower meadow Posing as a great blue heron Mimicking a snowy egret My guru's not good at hiding.
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Mary David-Snow Dec 5
Lessons with the had disassembled her defenses. They sat in silence in the lotus position. Then in a stealth move, he sat behind her, rubbing her neck and shoulders. His hands slipped down, one on the side of each breast. She leaned against his chest wanting more.
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DeRicki Johnson Dec 5
“Your things are an anchor Wrapped around your neck” The ’s words Moved them So it all Aside they set That the conman Let it lie there Is for sure A sucker’s bet Guru Dissapeared Once he took All he could get He never Thanked the rubes Who bought His private jet
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Nirupama H (#vss365 host for December) Dec 4
Hello vss'ers! They say- if you're good at something, you shouldn't be doing it for free. (What shouldn't you be doing for free? Let's chat below!) Today's is:
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Healthmatters Dec 4
, wore velvet soft shoes. Ballerina dancing With fairytale memories And pockets of air. Way up high Her sang soft lullabies Where life floats on by. Castles in the sky
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Helen Laycock Dec 5
Grandpa stripped bark from sturdy sticks so that we'd be just like him as we followed him through the ancient bracken. He was our , showing us nature and beauty. At the foot of the rushing waterfall where he'd told us stories on its boulders, his ashes now dance.
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aran Dec 5
2/Minority Strike "Someone bothers me." Before he could add on, three pieces of cutleries flew in the air toward him. He caught one. "A spoon," Carlos said, wagging a forefinger, "a woman." "How do you know?" His mentor cum laughed. "If it's a fork, a man."
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Amit Parmessur Dec 5
Guru-ji... He made us dance to his sinister tune; after each class with him we were like antelopes killed in a savage chase. I think the girls had only a dislocated shoelace. His hatred taught us, boys, how to hold each other, while forgetting Hindi.
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Riv Rains 💀 Dec 5
As the devil has his say Please , stay Turn tortured souls Beneath my nose Dance the balance Kiss the crescent A peppercorn shift To correct the rift Meet me there Palm to palm Push us back To fairer air Release the hold Save our souls The devil grips so fair
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Tim Warren (is a one man protest against mornings) Dec 5
And in the back of his wardrobe the found Nirvarnia.
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JD Stoxx Dec 5
Boy, I ain’t no damn , who sent you down here? Ain’t got time for that, now git on home. Askin me if I’m a guru, whatever the hell that is. Wait a minute, boy, come back here, dammit. Ain’t nobody ever showed you how to breathe?
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Indian Cinema Dec 8
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Keith Anthony Dec 5
My is a robin He perches on a chair In the cold or sunshine He sings his heart out there Reminding me life isn't About what we possess & in having nothing We can find joyfulness When I get to heaven My guru's sure to be Perched upon the pearly gates Singing merrily.
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