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The Waste Of A Gloomy Day
I implore you do not hide From the presence Of the darkening clouds Nor close the blinds To their foreboding appearance. The rain again invites itself As you drearily count doubts and…
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Silence On A Beautiful Day
Empty lips and vagrant eyes Residing in the shade Distant observers Of the beauty of the day You have made Overcome by the exasperation Of never-ending questions, And disappointments that endure Silence…
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Man Of A Thousand Sighs
Some days all I see is the rain Filling the sky, Consuming my life And I am sinking Amidst the storm Drifting far from shore. Some nights all I want is…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts – Part V
Part V: Running to Conclusions He stayed the rest of the weekend and left for school early Monday morning. Once on campus, he proceeded to the administration building and withdrew despite their protests…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part IV
Part IV: A Funeral Without Finality Arising the next morning he noticed the signed Bickerhoff book lying on top of his dresser. He opened it and read the inscription to his father: “To…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part III
Part III: A Disappointing Encounter He was awakened very late the next morning by his aunt telling him that she was going to the funeral home to make arrangements, his mother was finally…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part II
Part II – A Living Dog Is Better Than A Dead Lion As he returned to his room and prepared to read, his resident advisor, Tom, popped in hurriedly with an impatient and…
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part I
(This short story that will be published in 5 parts.) Part I: A Typical Day at College (Until It Wasn’t) “Hi, what are you reading?” John asked Charlie as he entered the room.…
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Thoughts on Exodus 2:23-25
Exodus 2:23-25: (23) And it came to pass in the process of time, that the king of Egypt died: and the children of Israel sighed by reason of the bondage, and they cried,…
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Christmas Rain And The Birth Of The Gospel
Part I A humble attempt at reconciliation, a Christmas card, remains unopened, thrown in the snow, its sentiments ignored forever…a dejected man with little strength to lift his head above his woes…