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Serving Time… #Poetry
Serving time, counting pennies Under the thumb, head bowed Ridden hard by the masters Valleys run deep with pain Every man, woman and child has the mark In their hearts they are free Love is more than they can hope for Love is the hidden desire waiting All wait to be kissed by those lips…
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The Scarlet Ribbon ~ Excerpt and Review #Fiction #UrbanFantasy
Book Description When a dirty blue car mows Maggie down outside her local supermarket, she becomes trapped in the nightmare world of a coma patient. She manages to rescue an abused and neglected child in this very different world. But when it looks like she will finally wake up, she cannot bear the thought of…
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Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge ~ Purple Calendar
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 283: #Tastetherainbow-“Chakra” Color Poetry My purple calendar hangs on my wall the days are crossed off telling me you forgot no red roses sent today our special day lost in the mist I ask myself; do you still love me? too many days forgotten, make me blue ©AnitaDawes2022
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In Silence… #Poetry
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Serving Time… #Poetry
Serving time, counting pennies Under the thumb, head bowed Ridden hard by the masters Valleys run deep with pain Every man, woman and child has the mark In their hearts they are free Love is more than they can hope for Love is the hidden desire waiting All wait to be kissed by those lips…
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The Scarlet Ribbon ~ Excerpt and Review #Fiction #UrbanFantasy
Book Description When a dirty blue car mows Maggie down outside her local supermarket, she becomes trapped in the nightmare world of a coma patient. She manages to rescue an abused and neglected child in this very different world. But when it looks like she will finally wake up, she cannot bear the thought of…
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Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge ~ Purple Calendar
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 283: #Tastetherainbow-“Chakra” Color Poetry My purple calendar hangs on my wall the days are crossed off telling me you forgot no red roses sent today our special day lost in the mist I ask myself; do you still love me? too many days forgotten, make me blue ©AnitaDawes2022
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In Silence… #Poetry
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 