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Liv Matthews Jul 18
‘How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorne hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning’ - Van Gogh 19th July VERDANT
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Indigenous Soul Jul 18
Author words that make a misty morning
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Kevin Sand Jul 19
I wonder why The odd memory Chooses to stick The great tide Of the many Washes away And the odd memory In splendour Glows through The windows Of the mind.
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Tim Warren (is a one man protest against mornings) Jul 19
verdant (noun) one who quibbles about shades of green e.g. "Actually, it's chartreuse green⁠, which is only a *tertiary* colour on the RGB colour wheel." "Oh God, don't be so verdantic."
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Helen Laycock May 25
When Ella climbed into Riley's saddle, he became a unicorn and she a princess. They trotted through the pasture to the stream where silver nymphs played in the ripples, granting wishes. As always, 'To hear.' Does music tickle skin? Do kind words feel like silk?
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Jenny Hayut✒ May 25
thorns impale dreams of steps to our garden perfumed with memories darkened with destiny
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ℂ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 & 𝕃𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕤 ☕️🎶 May 24
Vegetation Evergreen Really Dense And Naturally Thriving
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Matabu Jul 19
With Ananse I went To visit God We had a request And asked it as one Can we please have a world Peaceful and When we returned All of mankind was gone Ananse the spider Went back to his web
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firdaus parvez May 24
Sometimes it’s good to get the demons out on paper, & yesterday was just the day. Thank you for the horrors.The air is thick with nefarious thoughts. Let’s clean it up. Today, another V word, a lovely refreshing one May 25, 2019 word is Have a good day!
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M. S. Reggiori May 25
How much so You've imprinted upon My calloused heart Softening my rigorous frail To be touched By the length of your gaze I've morphed Into the man I am today Yet I remain, In ways I could say That I long to perdure In the light of your eyes Je t'aime Mi amore
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Voimaoy May 25
In all this lush and verdant green, you mean there's blood and sadness, said the fox girl. Why is this? The grass remembers, said the groundhog. Listen.
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Cat Lane Jul 18
Before the dementia, before forgotten days with unremembered faces, before his disease broke my heart into a million piece jigsaw, before his mind was worm-holed and eroded from a once landscape to a gray barren plain, my father was a brilliant, loving, kind man.
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 25
“Did the exams finish, sir?” “They did, Haskins.” “How did it go? Are you getting promoted?” “No.” “Messed it up again, sir?” “Perhaps grass isn’t more on the other side.” “Can I see the paper?” “Sure.” “Sir?” “Yes?” “Who’s Codammer Obb Smeg... oh.” “
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Scribbles on the Tombstone May 25
He leans back and unzips his pants, expectant. He sees rebellion in her eyes. “Gotcha, you son of a bitch!” she says. She stalks out of his office and into his goon’s arms. “This ain’t my first rodeo,” he says. The goon smashes her hidden camera.
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ADHorror Jul 19
The paradise of her youth is gone. Every fairy glade, secret den and lover's cove now a concrete labyrinth. The buildings grow so tall they block out the sun. The teeming population lurk in the shadows. There are no jobs and less hope. The year is too soon.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jul 19
“Wow, what a haul, Haskins.” “Looks like our tip-off was right, sir.” “Have you ever seen so many cannibal plants?” “Weed, sir.” “No, I spilt water.” “No the drug plants, sir. They call it weed.” “Really? I kill my weeds.” “This is on the ridiculous.”
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Jana 🍁🍂 May 25
They walked hand in hand through the park. She was amazing. “I need to stop at the ladies’ room.” “Here, get us a drink; I’ll grab a bench,” he said, giving her his wallet. An hour passed; he felt ill. He opened his banking app...everything was gone.
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DeRicki Johnson May 26
Mossy steps Wind down Hillside in my dream I take them 2 by 2 Holding back 1 long scream My Ragged gasps Nothing here is As it seems Do I chase A fleeing lover Or careen From threat unseen Then it all Dissolves As my damned Alarm clock Rings
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Cammie Adams May 25
"Ma'am, can you describe the aliens?" "Tall,, cold." "Were you, uh, probed?" "Like on a grill." "Will they be back?" "God, I hope so."
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Mr Small's Nov 15
More beer in the fridge. Massive Massive hop flavours. We also have and on tap @ St Austell
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