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White-throated Sparrow

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White-throated Sparrow

Day 353 / 365

A couple of birds made a date to meet on the ledge outside the tenth floor of a skyscraper. The female was there on time, but the male arrived an hour late. “Where were you? I was worried sick.” “It was such nice day, I decided to walk.”
Interesting Fact: Although they look nothing alike and aren’t particularly closely related, the White-throated Sparrow and the Dark-eyed Junco occasionally mate and produce hybrids. The resulting offspring look like grayish, dully marked White-throated Sparrows with white outer tail feathers. ( )

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So Many Books So Little Time

Cafe Book Bean

I have so many books that I am waiting to read I can’t even count them. I have found so many treasures here and there from various book nooks. I cannot leave a book shop without buying a book. Friends and Family knowing my love for books are constantly making new suggestions. I also have my good book radar continuously on; I am always on the lookout for highly rated/reviewed books.

So here are the next 5 books in my queue, a stack waiting patiently to be read; feeling rather neglected, but in good company.
The Hiding Place – This is a non-fiction book by Corrie ten Boom taking place during the holocaust. Side note, I have a bit of an obsession/fixation on reading holocaust books (and watching documentaries.) This book is rated very well and comes highly recommended.
Rated 4.5 on & and
4.9 on Pretty good…

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Devil Girl Diaries 7 – (Lost)

The Lonely Author


Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

the train pulled out of the station

darkness replaced the light of my life

I had to return to find Allie

frantic, I got off at the next station

heart banging against my ribs

hopped on the next train back

Times Square

a complicated labyrinth of tunnels

and advertising filled passages

turned me into The Maze Runner

She wasn’t here, she wasn’t there

my imagination got the best of me

their bodies writhing, sweating

mouths kisses. moaning, panting

in the tub

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Bitty tale of longing and vengeance

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Captured moments
torments heart, soul, the whole
left without reason, so cold, wrong season
have no one to cuddle, embrace, kiss
miss, those hands, smiling eyes, black lies
will believe all, deep fall, in the big hall
of day of judgment, came too early, burly sins
not even kins, no one left to rescue, only few
without clue, searching you, remembering
moments, dismembering rest of memory
just to keep a bit, semblance of truth hit
for warm cosy way to hell, do tell
this tale through your lens, exalted sense
of self righteousness and pity, bitty story
of a foolish lover lost, don’t feel sorry
some of us are born and died that way,
nothing black or white, just oceans of grey,
wheat without hay, pots without clay
never pray, for forgiveness, it won’t work

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