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POETRY BY STACEY: The truth behind the screen
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 11 May 2008. The truth behind the screen. Trailing the internet one lonely night,. Just by chance he found a site,. 8220;Find the woman of your dreams“,. It stated it was guaranteed. Out of curiosity he took a look,. A few weeks later, he was completely hooked,. When a photo appeared upon his screen,. So now she wanted to wipe th...
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POETRY BY STACEY: "What?.......You don't use metaphors?.."
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 6 July 2008. You don't use metaphors? Casting aspersions, on your name,. Follow the rules or don’t play the game,. Spend years revising and taking notes,. Make sure you’re serious, or you’re just a joke. Speak the language, to get in their books,. If you don’t, there’s no chance of a look,. Then you’re never be taken at all...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Mr.Savage
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Tuesday, 29 July 2008. Click below link to read or hear his rant. Http:/ www.althouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/savage-autism.html. Mr Michael. Savage is the only man,. Voicing an opinion like no one can,. Lack of knowledge, causes anger to breed,. Upsetting parents, all part of his deed. Clearly obvious his brain’s not in gear,. For every ch...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Alone
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Saturday, 17 May 2008. Feeling uncomfortable, they stood and stared,. The events of the morning, causing despair,. Woken by the sound of glass being shattered,. Just six month before it had been the same pattern. Dreading those questions they needed to ask,. For fear that the answer would be the same as the past,. Never really noticing t...
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POETRY BY STACEY: A Stolen Heart
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 29 June 2008. She was taken aback that was for sure,. Never expecting to see him anymore,. Years had passed since that very last night,. When his true persona had come to light. Recognising him instantly, he hadn’t changed,. Just a few greying hairs were a sign he had aged,. Now they were seated several tables apart,. She called ...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Secrets and Lies
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Monday, 28 April 2008. The love of her life, she would always gloat,. Now these words stuck in her throat,. Husband and wife, certificate signed,. Not taken lightly, she was sure at the time. His infidelity was hidden underground ,. Until this moment no proof could be found,. But maybe in hindsight she tried to deny,. A story told all to...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Prima Donna
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 4 May 2008. With her long glossy hair and beauty in her face,. Clothes worn tightly, but with elegance and taste ,. Long slender legs, teamed off with high heels ,. With an air of confidence she knows that she thrills. Stepping out of the car, she’s far too late,. But treats the occasion more like a date,. I’m in all the pa...
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POETRY BY STACEY: Battle of wills
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Friday, 10 April 2009. Fighting the urge was becoming too strong,. It had only been days but seemed so long,. Temptation all around, pulling him in,. Would its magnetic power finally win? Desparately trying to keep occupied,. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind,. But despite everything he tried to do,. Good Evening ;-). Glad you'...
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POETRY BY STACEY: "Mother"
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 25 May 2008. The reason I have written this poem, is that so many women call themselves "Mothers", but to call yourself a mother it takes so much more than giving birth to a child. A “Mother’s” role in their children’s life,. Is to give them protection, from trouble and strife,. To keep them safe and out of harm’s way,. No Mother...
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POETRY BY STACEY: A time never forgotten
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Poetry is the freedom to write about anything your heart and mind desires. Whether it be fact or fiction, serious or humorous, my poems consist of little bit everything. Sunday, 15 June 2008. A time never forgotten. Not used to the attention, as she bathed by the pool,. This waiter fussing around her, he gave it his all,. Completely fixated, around her he lurked,. His flirtatious glances, started to work. She had needed a holiday, so off she had flown,. This destination perfect, for travelling alone,.