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April 2015

I am Not Many Things

Science has a way of making gods out of men. Through tests in test tubes,machines in movements or simply cells being brought together miracles are made. I aint no scientist but no scientist is me. And that’s a relief.  ... Continue Reading →

The Night Stealeth Away

The night stealeth away Slowly like a thief in the dark. it creapeth away tentatively with all my dreams stashed away in its bag. the night crawleth by my pain and my sorrow it drags along. The night is no... Continue Reading →


Of all fruits am going bananas. Yes and its sad for they are such sweet yellow things. I think it ought to be bitterball or blackberries (don't tell me they are sweet too….?) I have got my boss hollering down... Continue Reading →

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