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Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
By Cheryl E Preston6 days ago in Fiction
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Some Lovely Words Flow In Seventeen Syllables From Your Mind Marie
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Pretty performance poem!!!💖💖💖💕
Lovely imagery! Made me feel like I was emerging from the clouds up high :)