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Mountain Witch
Deep in the hollows where the fog hangs low, In a cabin of pine where wild roses grow, Lives the one they call the Witch of Black...
Alan Simpson
3 days ago
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Every Storm Cloud in Your Mind
Your coffee cup still sits where you left it— Half-empty on the kitchen table. I thought you were just having a bad day When you said you...
Alan Simpson
3 days ago
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Forgotten in Faith
He was just a grandfather, taking Abby home. Listening to tales of childhood dreams, The windshield shattered without warning. The first...
Alan Simpson
4 days ago
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What is Life
Your alarm clock rings, another Monday dawn. The coffee's brewed, already running late, The traffic's backed up for miles ahead. Is this...
Alan Simpson
Apr 9
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One Stone at a Time
People gather around their common dreams, When every stranger brings a gift to share. But welcome withers when tested by time, As...
Alan Simpson
Apr 8
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