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Hypocrites thrive on these sorts of occasions. It’s Holocaust Day, a fine time to…
You watch me through the veil I don; what I’ve let you see —…
I saw the blossom fall and in the sadness of it all was born…
So, we’ll watch and mind him in the hours,
I confess! This is a rewrite of something I penned in… Good Grief! 2005! Seems…
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© Ingvar Loco Nordin 2023
He looked for her eyes, and saw only dark unfathomable orbs, which made her beauty all the more terrible and desirable.
A New Years Eve some years ago. The TV in one corner, PC in the…
Mirrors reflect my World Daily I look in them and see words on their…
Faith is not faith until any belief in God is dead.
