Daily Archives: July 7, 2018

Gray vs Gray

Originally posted on The Cheesesellers Wife:
Grey is nothing The dead zone between black and white Grey is age The old road surface, the unwanted hair Gray is the softness of pregnant cloud Gray puts on her evening dress And…

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Dog Nights (Postcard Set #3)

Originally posted on unbolt me:
? by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE © All rights reserved 2018

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davidbrucehaiku: A HAIKU MOMENT

https://pixabay.com/en/flowers-pansy-plant-purple-violet-200270/ *** A HAIKU MOMENT *** Unexpected sight Of these tiny violets Scenic perfection *** Free davidbrucehaiku eBooks (pdfs) https://davidbruceblog.wordpress.com/patreon/ Free eBooks by David Bruce (pdfs) https://davidbruceblog.wordpress.com/about-the-blogger/ *** David Bruce’s Amazon Author Bookstore http://www.amazon.com/David-Bruce/e/B004KEZ7LY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 David Bruce’s Smashwords Bookstore http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/bruceb David … Continue reading

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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s HENRY V: A Retelling in Prose — Act 4, Scenes 4-6

— 4.4 — On the battlefield, Pistol was ferociously taking a frightened French soldier prisoner. The Boy was with them. Pistol shouted, “Surrender, you dog!” The French soldier replied, “Je pense que vous etes gentilhomme de bonne qualite. [I think … Continue reading

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David Bruce: Money Anecdotes

British pop singer Robbie Williams became obsessed with such phenomena as UFOs and alien abductees, and he attended a UFO convention in Laughlin, Nevada, in 2008. At the convention was Dr. Roger Leir, who is supposed to have 15 metallic … Continue reading

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Edgar Lee Masters: Georgine Sand Miner

A STEPMOTHER drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I was his mistress—no one knew. I learned from him the parasite cunning With which I moved with the bluffs, like … Continue reading

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