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Reasons Why it Has Always Been Taylor Swift

Originally posted on semipoetry:
Before i start listing down the reasons why i am head over heals with Taylor Swift, let me tell you that it hasn’t always been Taylor Swift because I once didn’t like her. It didn’t reach…

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Come closer — Haiku out of africa

take a closer look ~ colours, textures, emotions ~ often unnoticed © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/ via Come closer — Haiku out of africa • Artist Beauford Delaney taught author James Baldwin how to see. They were standing together on a corner … Continue reading

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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s “HENRY IV, PART 2”: A Retelling in Prose — Act 2, Scene 4

— 2.4 — At the Boar’s Head Tavern in Eastcheap, two drawers, aka tapsters or bartenders, were talking. They were preparing a room for the arrival of Sir John Falstaff and others. The first drawer said, “What the Devil have … Continue reading

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davidbrucehaiku: the most human of heroes

Hector, Troy’s crown prince The most human of heroes Died inhumanely

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Share The Dirt

Originally posted on Elan Mudrow:
Photo by Elan Once, flowers were placed in gun barrels As a form of protest. Today, a garden is needed To keep the soil of the meadow Soft enough for all feet to walk upon…

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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s “HENRY IV, PART 2”: A Retelling in Prose — Act 2, Scene 3

— 2.3 — At Warkworth, in front of the castle of the Earl of Northumberland, the Earl himself and his wife, Lady Northumberland, were talking. With them was Lady Percy, the widow of Hotspur, Northumberland’s son. He had died during the … Continue reading

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davidbrucehaiku: The Bright Side

not a badass, but I do whatever I want living-alone joy   always alone, but never lonely; I am blessed with total freedom   dreary, rainy day flowers growing in alley unexpected joy

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