Fresh wind tangling my hair Packed soil under my feet Climbing the tallest peaks Chasing the promising dawn It seems like so long ago I would welcome the mornings Planted new beginnings Watered them and watched them grow It’s been years of Tripping over o...
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The Darker Side Of Old St.Nick
It truly is the thought that countsIt's quiet, is somebody there?Is anyone beneath my stairs? Snow is fallingWinter is hereIs that St. NicholasThat I hear? A Little elf invadesMy homeMay perhaps He's just a gnome? He creeps aroundWhile I'm asleepIf he givesWhat does he keep? Nothing is ev...
She really hated the holidays. The constant hustle and bustle of people buying gifts, a selfish holiday for greedy-ass kids and adults, and more people coming in at the last minute. Oh, the insanity of it all! "I'll be glad when this holiday is over," she...