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by Acoustic Odyssey
When music no longer
soothes the savage beast...
by Ben Pickard
Maple, my darling, Maple my tree,
Come to my bedroom and whisper to me...
by - Mr. Darcy
seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...
Heartfelt moments we've shared as husband and wife
Adorable I can't forget how much you mean to my...
by Larry Chamberlin
Sometimes I just think
how I am supposed to feel...
by CJ Maleney
Don't you try to understand me
For you cannot and never will...
by allons y
Self destructive tendencies
And pill-shaped remedies...
Freestyle poem? idk.
I used to say that I would want the power to...
by Satish Verma
A ghost truth
With every tear that's shed, there's a lesson to be learned.
Our children are like sponges, soaking up the world around them. Do them a favour, show them a sea of goodness, the rivers of sin and the unconditional waterfalls of human love.
Love is like respect it starts from within.