The girl gasped
her lungs fighting for oxygen.
Around her the group watched.
As one they reached out laying their hands on her struggling body.
Whimpering the girl lay rigid as they began to murmur and press their hands onto her.
The leader spoke
'and so we beseech thee, o lord, let her be healed.
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Sometimes, working on the monkeys and Shakespeare theory, I think if I ramble enough I might eventually write something worthwhile. Lets give it a try..........
my latest drivel
I'm sure I don't need to remind you that my work is copyright
link to it if you wish but don't take - it's not nice :o)
link to it if you wish but don't take - it's not nice :o)
a star in the making?
those who kindly read my drivel
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whether you are an old friend or new whether you searched all your life for this blog or just found it by accident
I want to welcome you and I would love you to sign my guest book at the bottom of the page
(thanks for this Ambre)
I want to welcome you and I would love you to sign my guest book at the bottom of the page
(thanks for this Ambre)
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- I'm just a sad old toad in search of enlightenment and love but if i can't find them I'll settle for a few beers and a kebab with good friends
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2 comments:
How do you always say so much with so few words? Me jealous. Great 55 x
Karen, you need never be jealous, your writting draws such beautiful (sometimes sad) pictures in my mind.
Missy, thank you, the situation gives me the creeps more about that later.........
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