RAMSHACKLE

The dusty and rugged weathered paths, The dingy and rusty iron sheet houses, The scorching but rejuvenating sun, The biting and terrifying hunger pangs, The wailing and gay children, The sweeping and whistling breeze, The whirl winds and scampering runs, The eye sores and hard knocks, The hop, skip and jump, The weary and despairing,… Continue reading RAMSHACKLE

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THE DEPTHS OF THE HEART

It is going to be a tough Christmas and the signs are crystal clear. She stood manly before you hands akimbo, her combat pose. Your eyes dart from left to right and you bet that that is sweat forming on your forehead. Your hands automatically assumed the defensive line between your legs to protect the… Continue reading THE DEPTHS OF THE HEART