The fallen leaves of unsaid tales Dropped from the arms of the birches Spammed by the wind of the Northerlies Took their place under...
“Another day, another dollar” he said. I can still picture him standing over my desk sipping his coffee, the “World’s Best Dad” print...
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The Old Man
James didn’t have to wait too long before the familiar voice rasped over the intercom in the secretary’s office...
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For the love that touches me. For the friendship that blesses me. For the touch that conjures me. For the truth communicates with me. For the...
