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I am shackled to the back of your mind For a reason, you cannot find Why do you keep me locked here? I wish your intentions were clear I can go days without sustenance Surviving on the crumbs of your existence Gnawing on the bones of your effervescence St...

There was kid who always hid From his parent's furious yells He stayed at places where he knew no faces And his alarm clock was the bells. His name was short and gave him a fort From the troubles day to day When children teased he always thanked and pleas...

Christmas is when?

a Christmas over 65 years ago, but still vivid in my mind. This is a true story.

This morning I am happy. I am happy because I can sit in the sun. It feels good to see the sun after so many dreary, dark days. The snow has melted away and the ground is now dry. I take off my shirt and lay it in my lap, I am ready. My friend Peter sits...