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I knew a couple who worked the night shift
In there spare time they both loved to shoplift
The store managers remembered them well
Even after doing 2 years in the county jail
Now they can’t even buy a Christmas gift
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Shadow James
Love to read most anything. After a long absence, I'm toying with the idea of writing again.
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
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Awesome to read