

About 'Dear John' lettersA Typical Poem about Dear John Letters By: Sean McQAbout 'Dear John' letters
Its exactly like that taste of the air in any old big house
That has cracks in the paint where dust fidgets
And hides while waiting for a stranger to walk
Through the always large oak door.
It taste like the moment somebody staggers
Instead of walks through the neglected dining room
And the dust, instead of softly falling from the cracks
And swaying with the gentle current of air
Birthed by the cautious steps of the stranger


SleepSleep By: Sean McQSleep
He stood next to his bed, His ankles brushing the loose sheets. It was dark but the sky was threading Itself with the glimmer of morning. The fan goosebumped his calves
And his boxers hung limp on his thighs But he couldn't sit on the bed.
Sometimes it is so simple: Just lay down, ignore the bedsprings, And quiet the whispers in your mind
Up Close
This would be me, being HORRIFICALLY LATE in stopping by to tell you just how very much your visit and subsequent watch fave of The Wool Merchant has truly meant to me. Though my response has been dreadfully slow, I didnt want people to think Id forgotten, so Im hoping the old adage better late than never can be applied here.
Truly, your support is values more than you could possibly know.
Have yourself a wonderful day,
-stace-
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Just because perfection is impossible, doesnt mean I've given up attempting to achieve it.
-Sean
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"Let all aspects of ourselves be integrated within us!" -Merton Parrish
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I don't have ADD, I just-- hey, do you like waffles?
I got here by clicking the Random Deviant button. Enjoy dA.
Cheers.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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they can teach monkies to fly better than that !!
visit my daughter's page *disapperingvapour
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they can teach monkies to fly better than that !!
visit my daughter's page *disapperingvapour
---AK
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