It started as a tiny ripple, On its journey toward the distant shore. It grew into a towering wave Its voice became a mighty roar. With strength that knew no earthly bounds, When fed by summer storm and tide; The little ripple, now a wave, Rushed on with ever growing pride. Mighty ships caught in […]
Entries from December 1999 ↓
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The Wave
December 1st, 1999 — On a Serious Note
Words
December 1st, 1999 — A Writer's Life
The words you thoughtfully Put to pen, Are carefully weighed For only then. You’ll know the price You have to pay For just how much You had to say.
Dogma
December 1st, 1999 — Quickies
Our preacher preached last Sunday How we should help the poor. He said we’re put here to help others. So what are the others put here for?
