Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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ReplyDeleteThank you so much Lance. This is so encouraging to hear
DeleteLovely. Clear and crisp!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Uma. It is good to hear from you
DeleteThe mice sure will have fun! :)
ReplyDeleteThey are having a blast. :)
DeleteThank you Sanch.
Ah yes, the mice do play!
ReplyDeleteYes Stacie. They have fun while they can
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