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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 Beauty Of The Evening
My eyes cannot seem to rest On anything, Save your face My hands have long been tireless In searching for yours Now with my lips no longer hiding Your name, My heart will…
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The Remainder of Wrath
[The last five posts dealt with hypocrisy so I thought I would change the pace and share a quadrilogy of romantic poems. This is the first in the quadrilogy.] Pursuing my anger Has…
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Prodigal Thoughts
I can’t recall my father’s last words to me. All I remember about that day is how my eyes were full of the open road and the longings of my heart.…