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Mr. Harmon -- Lindenwood University -- Moscow Mills: John Irving on Writing
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Mr Harmon - Lindenwood University - Moscow Mills. English 150, 170 and Communications 110. Keep reading, writing and speaking. Welcome to the "home base" for English 150, 170 and Communications 110. I hope the information provided here will help you on your journey through these courses. Take advantage of them. There are lots of possibilities here, lots to learn, lots of information to review. It's here for the taking. I'll do my best to keep this as updated as possible, but I can't promise you perfection.
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Song of my life: An old man by the roadside
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. An old man by the roadside. Sunday, April 05, 2009. By the roadside,. Where the hawker sells his wares. And the lazy roam without any care. Especially on the dusty afternoons. Where the wild flowers bloom. Under the harsh sun,. Sits an old man, who abides,. For his son to come. He would tell his story,. If you just listen. With tears that glisten,. He would tell you of past glory. Prompted at : OSI. 10 visitors stopped by.:. I would, indeed. The old man from Pune.
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Song of my life: I met three tears yesterday
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. I met three tears yesterday. Friday, April 03, 2009. I met three tears today,. To hold them at bay. I struggled so much;. Yet they sneaked through anyway. 160; Trickled down . 160; her cheek so pale. 160; . In the welcoming folds . Of my careworn saree. 160; found its way . 160; To her quivering lip. On a tender flower-tip,. I gently kissed it away. And the third, . 160; didn't dare leave . Like a diamond in the light. I work nights :D. Thursd...
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Song of my life: Together yet apart
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. Thursday, April 02, 2009. Opposite attract they. And so it seemed,. On that very first day! Us Attracted. Opposite. Like chalk and cheese;. Forgot to quote,. Chalk and cheese cannot be eaten together. And when fire meets ice. What remains is,. An inexplicable, mind numbing void. And a web of lies. As shaky and as convoluted as our ties. Wasn't it better that we never met? Like the two (river)banks,. That flowed together yet stayed apart. Prompted at : Poefusion.
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Song of my life: Solitaire
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. Wednesday, April 01, 2009. A solitaire diamond, thats what I am. Glittering through life,. Me, no one can ignore. When I talk, when I smile. Many a heart beat stop awhile. A solitaire diamond, thats what I am. Solitaire. Solitary. Alone. When required, . I can rip apart your bones. Hard as nails. Cold as stone. A solitaire diamond, thats what I am. Ornamental at his arms,. Dancing at a snap of his fingers. I seduce with many charms. Behind me envy lingers,.
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Song of my life: Memorable moments
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. Thursday, April 02, 2009. A box full of joys. A sprinkle of tears. Then served in small portions. Submitted at : Poetry stretch. 7 visitors stopped by.:. 175;`•. .•[Raaji]•. .•´¯). Aww so cute. I love it :-). I see you are a fantastic cheff! You know the proportions of each item you used. You took great care! Tears, mischief etc. Anything too much! It would be spoilt. What would you call the dish? Ur romantic with memories! Check mine. posted just now :).
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Song of my life: Closet cleaning
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. Tuesday, April 07, 2009. Few old letters, re- read. Few snaps re - looked. Those pebbles of various colors,. Collected from the . Shaken, toyed with. A leaf with few words inscribed. Ah a bundle of ribbon caught. A string with pasted hearts. Each holds a word. Ah each holds my world! Every little detail revised and set aside. I have nothing to clean! Written for : April PAD Challenge #7. 15 visitors stopped by.:. Hold on to the world, you wish to? You are lucky :).
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Song of my life: The problem with waking up...
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. The problem with waking up. Friday, April 03, 2009. Every night you visit me,. Beneath the moonlit sky. Under the canopy of stars. We watch the world gently pass by. In the forest of my dreams,. We dance with the leaves. To the rhythm of the dancing stream. With my hand on your sleeve. We swim in the valley of happiness. Drenched in contentment- feeling blessed! In the garden of wishes. We exchange few kisses. Reveling in your proximity. 7 visitors stopped by.:.
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Song of my life: Silence
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. Monday, April 06, 2009. All encompassing truth in dead. Written for : April PAD Challenge #6. 6 visitors stopped by.:. Hello Winnie another nice poem. There's certain truth to be found in death and its silence. Well done. Have a nice day. Beautiful.i feel we all search for that silence somewhere in our lives. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 15 words or less. An old man by the roadside. The problem with waking up. I met three tears yesterday.
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Song of my life: March 2009
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Song of my life. ITS MY LIFE.MY BLABBER. Monday, March 30, 2009. Abrasive skin cried out. Inked in black and blue,. In soporific daze and yet,. Sadistic pleasures eludes me. As the flails whipped the. Decadent, deplorable skin. Devilishly distorted in love. Incited by an uncontrollably illicit. Tamed by my master. I,imbruted by his touch;. Prompted at : Acrostic only. Friday, March 27, 2009. Erudite Echoes Faintly . Fugacious farces sagaciously; . Rabid ramnifications galvanize. Thursday, March 26, 2009.