Gulliver’s Travel’s Land

For the comfort of the known we were ready to pay the small price, which was not so distressing as at that innocent age, we were enchanted with the witch who lured everyone with her beauty.

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How Life Bites and Teaches

Life is so strange throughout everything you live… And you can never change the fact. Now, let me tell you one of my memory to prove it… One day, in my second year, in a hot Autumn times, I was strolling one of my friends in the school garden at a school day. While we were strolling, I faced with a tiny bony short with short blond haired girl who visited and joined to our school from abroad as a foreign student. Those times, we were twelve years old infants by the way. Indeed, she looked quite freak and not likely with her bad tiresome appearances to me. I hadn’t liked her at all although I’d hated her who had never communicated with me without any salutation. The only reason for my reckless hatred was that she had never communicated with me in those times. Always, I was discriminating her apart from the foreigners by saying bad words behind her as I remember. “You foolish bimbo!” I murmured loudly once upon time. It was a winter time… In the early morning, now, long red jumpers appeared after the short shirts in the coldest days in October. We faced against each other again before she left the school almost a year later. But that time, I don’t know still why but my hateful emotions changed against her strangely. Her appearance changed as well, now, she had a long hairs and very nice than before and was more likely. I was more sensational and emotional against her; in short, the Holy God showed me that He is not playing soccer Who stabbed with me the sword of the justice by making me to fall in love with her and realized how racism is bad!

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J. W. Cassandra: A lepleket számolják, ugye?

Are The Shrouds Counted, Are Not They?, by J. W. Cassandra, a short writing or essay.This is my newest writing. I chose the word ‘shroud’ intentionally, instead of any synonim. And I chose the Horus’ Eye, either. And I use other symbols, either. I’ll share the writing both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is from the Google.

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Are The Shrouds Counted, Are Not They? by J. W. Cassandra

Are The Shrouds Counted, Are Not They?, by J. W. Cassandra, a short writing or essay.This is my newest writing. I chose the word ‘shroud’ intentionally, instead of any synonim. And I chose the Horus’ Eye, either. And I use other symbols, either. I’ll share the writing both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is from the Google.

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Dreams by Langston Hughes

Dreams | A Poem on Hope by Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes in this poem emphasizes the importance of dreams in one’s life. He describes metaphorically two reasons why life is meaningless without dreams. Read the whole poem and its analysis to know more.

Dreams by Langston Hughes
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Awesome Reader Family Update: Mist and Mystification

So much for the “Mist.” Now for the “Mystification”…

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The Poet Checks in on the Possibility of Falling Room Rental Rates

As of 9 am, today’s offerings in the “Rooms for Rent” section of free listings here included not one room for rent.

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Are Room Rents Falling?

If they sink another hundred, maybe a few of us disabled, elderly homeless will actually be able to access a normal, if continuously impoverished, existence.

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Story Behind the Writing of “Words of Will the Woodwor

For only about a week, the poet lived at a house in a neighborhood in Mississippi, described elsewhere in the poem “A Summer Night in Jackson.” …

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Story Behind the Writing of “Words of Will the Woodworker

For only about a week, the poet lived at a house in a neighborhood in Mississippi, described elsewhere in the poem “A Summer Night in Jackson”…

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How do We Know When We Have Reached a Terminus of Thought?

Thought is wonderful. We have access to ours through the most amazing computers ever created: our brains.

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Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love’s Philosophy | A Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love’s Philosophy is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley where the speaker of the poem is trying to woo the addressee. S/he calls for their union stating that it is the divine law of nature.

Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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whatif by shel silverstein

Whatif | A Poem by Shel Silverstein

Very rare are the people who can fall asleep at night without a ‘Whatif’. Shel Silverstein in this adorable and cute poem describes 20 “whatif’s” that do not let this young boy sleep.

whatif by shel silverstein
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A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose | A Poem by Robert Burns

In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
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IT Field Jobs Secured?

IT Field Jobs Secured. Why IT staff get changed frequently. What are the hurdles in IT Sector. This Article is for those who are working in IT Field and also aspiring youth. Please read, like, Comment and Share to all your connections.

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