Tag: pow
member name: Lynn R.
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May 16, 2008 01:07 AM EDT --
I unpacked the Cribb age game as Mary prepared lunch. I watched as she poured the bever age s. It wouldn't be long before we were munching on b age ls and cream cheese, . . .
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May 22, 2008 12:44 AM EDT --
Her bo tan ical print caf tan emphasized her obesity. She didn't care about herself or anyone else but put on a show for bys tan ders. She was a charla tan , a friend . . .
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April 07, 2008 12:20 AM EDT --
R and y and And rea ( And ie) watched the c and lelight cast eerie shadows. "I'm glad gr and mother had c and les and c and elabras everywhere. . . .
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April 23, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
Ch ant illy lace tickled my neck as the warm breeze caressed my shoulders. The basket I carried back from the merc ant ile offered curr ant jelly for Field Orioles, suet . . .
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May 01, 2008 01:14 AM EDT --
Several businesses formed a car tel in the 70's. Within a few years, Car l swindled colleagues out of money and businesses. He was arrested but never in car cerated. . . .
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May 07, 2008 02:33 PM EDT --
Hi my name's Joey and I'm an addict. I'm not de pen dent on drugs or an abuser of alcohol. I am a s pen dthrift. My addiction is s pen ding money. . . .
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October 08, 2007 11:50 PM EDT --
The eras between the sputtering Model T and the Vladimir Putin has changed the way we do and think. Computations are now calculated on computers, problems are no longer deciphered using pads of paper . . .
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October 15, 2007 01:34 AM EDT --
“Rapunzle, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair,” I giggled with my daughter as I unwound the band that held up her golden locks. Parenting changed me. Photographs covered the walls. . . .
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October 23, 2007 02:12 AM EDT --
Win ter had arrived in Win ston with a vengeance. Win ds, sho win g no sign of slo win g, made driving even more treacherous. It was sno win g so . . .
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January 14, 2008 11:58 AM EST --
A s mat tering of class mat es arrived early for our alma mat er's reunion. The affir mat ive RSVP's looked optimistic. Everyone guessti mat ed how many would show . . .
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February 10, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
Thirty-five years ago fate pres ent ed me a differ ent adv ent ure than previously planned.
I was hell b ent on not getting married or having kids, pre valent of a sev . . .
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December 04, 2008 12:59 AM EST --
This POW is dedicated to Ernie Johnson and members of the Play On Words and Poetry Play On Words Groups. This is the final POW and PPOW. After tomorrow's judging the groups will be shut . . .
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March 26, 2008 02:14 AM EDT --
The smell of for maldehyde permeated the sterile morgue. For rest donned latex gloves and shielded his face with a mask. He held the scalpel as steady as a surgeon . . .
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April 15, 2008 10:15 PM EDT --
"I will make a rot ten husband, Sam. Jen deserves better." Sam looked up with a quizzical look. He didn't understand. "I will be overp . . .
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May 30, 2008 01:39 PM EDT --
L ace y screamed, "I want sp ace ! You treat me like a child."
Gr ace adjusted the clock on the firepl ace mantle before turning to L ace y. "You . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:39 PM EDT --
Sin ce the day I started working I knew what I liked and disliked. Friends making below minimum wage waitres sin g or in warehou sin g positions had me peru sin g other . . .
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June 13, 2008 09:25 AM EDT --
"Un tie me, please," Chris tie begged. "I won't tell." He ignored her pleas and continued picking at cavi tie s in what teeth he had left . . .
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June 24, 2008 11:00 PM EDT --
An introduc tor y s tor y into the lives of Vic tor and Vic tor ia Reese.
Vic tor pounded on his sister's door. "Vic tor ia, open up." He ran around . . .
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June 07, 2007 08:12 PM EDT --
Carter looked out the window at his twin brothers Art and Bart. They were enjoying a game of Jarts, or as most called them, yard darts. Carter was artistic, didn’t really care for sports . . .
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June 14, 2007 05:01 PM EDT --
I had the perfect view for the parade just outside the door of my apartment. I didn’t have to fight the crowds, altho’ usually sparse in front of my house, partly because it was close . . .
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