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Kelvin Rodrigues Aug 17
"Not eating your lunch, Haskins? "I hate the green things, sir." "They're good for you." "I hate them sir, they're disgusting." "Give peas a chance." "Who said that?" "Me, just now." "I thought John Lemon said give Peach a chance." "Was it? I can't ."
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Ramakrishna #VedicRonin Aug 17
You trip Fall to the ground Explode in ten thousand butterflies A riot of red, green, blues, yellows Your love, your warmth, your passion, your wisdom Even the black butterfly of anger Is beautiful as it cut and fans the air that's how I see you
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Jade -Amythest  Fuller Aug 16
"Why must you read so much? You need to focus on the real world too!" The girl's mother sighed "It's easy, Momma. I open a book and I can the world isn't mean. The good people win and for once ,magic can fix everything else." the girl giggled embracing the book.
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Voimaoy Aug 17
One of the baby universes clung to the fox-girl's hand, like a butterfly on milkweed. Oh, it's so cute! imagine if we could keep it for a pet, she said. Would it grow very big? Yes, said the tentacled alien. Bigger than you can imagine.
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A.J. Aug 16
Close your eyes. Imagine a kid, 11, batting .370 Imagine that kid, 18, studying radiochemistry Imagine the adult, 26, welcoming a child into the world Imagine the adult, 32, attending the kid's play & discovering a new isotope the same week Imagine her. Her.
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M. S. Reggiori Aug 16
Through a winters gaze Drowned I in The weight of dreaming Soft fires in embers glowed & I was patient For like yearlings Our bonds would grow I love too Blossoms After the rain has gone Like the blushes Of a new born Spring Sprouting For the love of roses
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John Everex Aug 17
There are many precious things. Some are sought, earned or found, while others are gifts bestowed from birth. Amongst these is the gift to . Like any treasure, it needs guarding. Some are robbed. Others are careless. Most lock it away. A few wear it with pride.
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➡️ Monique 🌸 Aug 17
My mum used to what my brother's life would have been like without brain-damage & his mental illnesses. He would have been happily married with kids & have a good job. It was her dream that no one could take away from her.
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Your Desires Aug 16
I Holding hand Walking sands
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Deborah Wynne Aug 17
The world is chaos. Lies instead of truth, idolatry, armor backpacks. Chatter fills space, silence elusive. Just breathe. love, affection, synergy in prayer. A day anything is possible. Summer snow, antelopes whistle, flowers look like parrots. Miracles abound.
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@JoelRHunt Aug 17
"It's probably hard for you to , but the world used to be full of life." "You mean more survivors?" "Not just that. Animals. Trees. Grass." "What's grass?" "Erm... Lots of little green things." "Green? Like mutant blood? Wow. The old world sounds scary..."
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Nathan Brazil - partially fixed Aug 17
i the slow drip-drip of words slipping through your lips the lavish cadence of each syllable brushing against my ear you walk the tight rope of structured phrases but live in the hush of subtext the lush language of longing
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Michael Walsh Aug 16
A day with no disrupted lives, A day without confusion. Instead of spoken barbs and knives, Acceptance and . standing side by side With nothing bad between us. Dismiss the ego and the pride, Dismiss what would defeat us. Imagine.
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Roz Levens Aug 17
Be silent; calm. Close your eyes. Feel the stillness rise within you. your breath, the most tranquil shade of blue, filling your lungs, travelling through your veins, reaching to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Breathe. Let your spirit soar. .
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John Wilde Aug 17
Oppressive heat made me race for the shade, and there you were. Struggling for life, I gently picked you up, a few drops of cool mist, and some time in the shadows and you flew. Goodbye, beautiful, I your flight will take you home.
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Jude St. Jude Aug 16
Can’t anything more Than wings flying me away And Dropping me in the land Of peace, where flowers Grows from people hopes And freedom is made From the chaos we live of. This is my land of peace The place I can burn my pain And live without being vain.
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Dzintra Sullivan - Author Aug 16
The cool ocean breeze snaps up and kisses my cheek. I stand upon the cliffs edge, toes wiggling as they dangle over the rocky edge. My gaze drops to the cold, deadly rocks below. “ If I accidentally fell?” I asked. “ if you didn’t?” He pushed.
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Niente 1 Aug 17
Unlimited Time a world where time is fluid. It is a concept difficult to intuit. Everything would be very flexible. Nothing would be inaccessible. Understanding, and peace, Would no longer be beyond reach.
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David Lewis Pogson Aug 17
"There is no train." We watched the CCTV footage from the night. "I didn't it. So it's still to happen then. Time will repeat itself. I might actually guess it's never expected but it will arrive. He will be on it and you have to stop him getting off."
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Blair Denholm Aug 16
- Hey, Sarge. I think I discovered the world's funniest joke - I highly doubt it - I'm serious. I told it to the wife last night when I got home from late shift - Did she laugh? - Yep. And, can you , so did the guy hiding under the bed! - You idiot, Boyd!
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