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Writings
by Stuart Pretswell
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PEACE
OF WILD
THINGS
As
war rages on children
die and parents scream and yet rather than help more often than not we
hinder,
but as you look up into the sky and see that one bird that flies so
freely
without a care it is a symbol of the thing that i want, what you want
and what
the whole world should want and that is the peace of wild things.
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IMAGINATIONS
OF A LOVESTRUCK MAN
Beautiful and brazen she laid down on a bed of leaves '' oh yes on such
a sweet
summers day like this she is such a lovely sight to behold for a person
with
idle eyes like myself. He slowly started approaching the lady, like how
a lion
would stalk antelope, and slowly laid down beside her '' what is your
name? he
asked with a slight touch of trepidation in his tone but a huge look of
joy and
amazement in his eyes, she said nothing, just got up and gave one of
the most
beautiful smiles the man had ever seen, She took his hand and together
they
walked hand in hand through the nearby woods and with the sun seeping
through
the branches it was a glorious sight to behold and with every breath,
every
word she spoke even the slightest touch of her breasts rubbing against
him sent
the mans heart into a flutter. They came towards the end of their walk.
They
looked into each others eyes and embraced very passionately, suddenly
she wasn’t
there, ''Oh well he said to himself she might of been a dream but oh my
what a
sweet dream she was '' before going back to sleep once again. |
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