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Searching For Monet Cross Stitch Patterns
Does the artwork of Claude Monet call to you? If it does, I've got great news for you! There are many cross stitch kits and cross stitch patterns for Monet's paintings. Monet's use of color is brilliant, making his artwork absolute beautiful. When y

Woes = Two Dozen Bears
What is the real value of your own life, and other peoples? Is it the right thing, to risk your lifes blood to stop a bear attack, when no one cares? Seems 'we all' need Blue-Blonde People above else. If you don't, then I would like no explanation f

The Crystallizing Of Gondwanaland
This whole 'snarb' thing is her nightmares, nor no Anything one witch you folks have accepted, you Are really sure you are never going to leave soon, Or come up with newer stuff, I should yearn to be. Shut up; the words from elsewhere, that I can't

Roses Of Sharon
Are broken sideways. The moon is the guide, time and time again, muddy as bean-paste mixed with vinegar. Oars hit waves. My old self sits again, with a bit of madness in me. A big ball of snow, not quite his fill; piercing alarms to drive a badger a

Saskatchewan Dreams
Giant spewing Rainier made a low noise appearing At the edge of this Spartan and lonely old sound. It rained on a parade of bears, geese, and trinkets That had a tiny bit tracing of lost undead thickets. It tinkled as it ran down a sloping river ran

On File With You
I'm Hemingwayan really and If literature would be the food of choice For vegetarians who like me feed upon Small children eating the scenery by dying I'd think I could win this contest of ads And spurious promises one of a crowd Could win against al

My Word Program
My computer fixes a fatal ellipse that time can due erase It creates new programs of fatality to God of empty place; As they came to take away the sheets I felt a sad despair That tho bereft I made my peace and still was everywhere. The word at onli

Messing Up My Life
If I meant it when the world said that disability Was the essence of a state of mind and came To regard me only as the source of its fertility While never treating me well - or the same Its good that is the standard that you bear When every day the

Large Death Concentration Camps
Theyre all over the raw planet - not just in the past There's several in China of "five real different sizes" There's bunches in Africa they sent my good friends There's now MANY in the United States of America It "had" to come - and we all think it

Beautiful City
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal humanity, How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution Rolld again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity! And

Autumn Leaves Never Die
Dancing, prancing, floating leaves excite my sight Cascading down in wet sheets like chunky rain. Some fall singly, each one a summer's death knell. How is this, year after year, they die as they appear? As at my feet they fall, I pick up one up to

About Watergate
The Gods and Goddesses of television who Signed off in the middle of three trials that lasted Kept lingering in my mind forever as the Trials that I must be put through, to mean nothing in the end. I fought them all off, one as a child, another As a

Captain Wellington And The Parrot Pirates Ch. 2
Chapter 2: This is the second chapter of the pirate party idea blog, Captain Wellington and the Parrot Pirates. Check the Pirate Party Idea blog occasionally for updates. Enjoy the story. Stranded! Arrgg! I can not believe this is happening Wellingt

Mysterious Ghosts At The Old Sheep's Inn - Part 2
Annabel told us that Robert took great pleasure in beating his prisoners to death and getting rid of the bodies. She asked if we could now go down into cellar, as she wanted to confront this ghostly presence and hopefully cleanse the inn of his evil

My Anna Grace
She's beautiful, my little one, With shining eyes, just like the sun, Blessing All within her touch, Her smile is that she loves so much, She's like the moon, Singing sweet Angelic tune, Of pure delight, She's everything, she's got it right, The bre



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