My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Thursday, October 29, 2026
The Write Way: the last supper by Bob Jenkens
The Write Way: the last supper by Bob Jenkens: Look at you at the head of the table six apostles to your left and six to your right with no teeter totter between church and state No...
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