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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.


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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