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Her name was Mary

Her name was Mary. Mary would carry baskets of blossoms and blooms she had picked that day from meadows touched with a morning dew. As the sun would set, she’d pin a red rose upon her chest. Her daily tour

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Love is not rocket science

It was a space rocket kind of love… Rockets at the ready. Off I go from here and beyond. Should I worry if you ever respond? Life for me, becomes this discovery. Searching for where my hopes are bound. The

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End of Summer

Laying on my back-side at the knoll of a grassy hilltop. The sunlight streams at lowly shadowing angles from just above my ever-so-old, slate roofed, clapboard homestead farmhouse that sits along the timber-railed fence. This fence was built by my

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