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A New Car

by Frangipani Rhett

She didn't know what she was doing
On her own to buy a car
There was only interest offered
From her tyranical abuser

Lying silently, draped over her bed
She tried to plan it out
How she'd know which car to buy and buy it
Before she gave in to her dad's "support"

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Change of Scenery

by Frangipani Rhett

Note: This one is sad for me... Anyways. Let me know if you like it. Thanks.

Why are you going?
His little voice said
I didn't know how to answer
The question I so dread

I don't know why I'm going
I don't want to leave
Told my little boy it was time

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Jack Schwartzman

by Randy Johnson

He died 25 years ago today, which is a quarter of a century.
He produced 'Never Say Never Again' with Sean Connery.
He was born in 1932 and was a man who people would admire.
First he was married to Judith Deborah Feldman and then to Talia Shire.
He was the executive producer of 'Rad' and 'I Am The Cheese'.
When he produced movies, they were certainly sure to please.

(Dedicated to Jack Schwartzman who died of Pancreatic Cancer on June 15, 1994.)

My Farewell to Self Publishing Online

by Ian McCleary

I have nothing to write anymore on here. I have nothing to write or publish for anyone to read online. I wrote partly with the thought that maybe I could influence people's opinions and partly because it gave me a sense of power and importance doing it. I am not sure whether it was a form of catharsis I was relying upon or all that it did was harden me to my own viewpoint.
My opinions on many subjects probably will not change in the time to come, but I have reached the point in asking myself, why write them again? Why bring up the same material as before? Why don't I just let the news media do that, they don't seem to have an issue with sounding redundant.
Some of what I did get while writing on here were insights that were personal to me and may have had a need to come out. Whether for the public or just for my private edification, I don't really know who it was for, beyond me knowing that I had brought it somehow into being.
Part of personal growth is accepting that the person who we were before or the way we were doing things before may not work for us in the future ahead. That if we remain the same person with the same ideas and beliefs it can make our lives quite boring and dissatisfying even though we may not acknowledge that for being it's cause.

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by Adriano Rada

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A New Car

by Frangipani Rhett

Pretty Melancholy

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.