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amanda emme

About Me

reading, writing, volleyball-ing, singing, wishing, dreaming, snoozing, dazing, gazing, longing, fa-la-la-ing, and all that jazz.

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One Of Those Unexpected Joys I've Been Hearing So Much About

There's something about this story that touched me. It got me, it really did. And I knew that it would before I even began reading it. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it kind of brings a bit of...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 13:03:00 GMT

325 Spontaneous Words

so after not being able to write ANYTHING for way too long i took my lunch break today to finish up a little somethign I started a while back. Although I just hate wallowing in the past, I couldn...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 18:47:00 GMT

can't nobody hold me down... oh no, i got to keep on movin

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Posted by on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 19:17:00 GMT

where would we be without our friends

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 NewInternationalVersion       two can accomplish more than twice as much as one, for the results can be better. if one falls, the other pulls him up, but i...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 13:24:00 GMT

a little something i dug out of the archives

the best is when you look back on your work and fail to remember the specific event that triggered the emotions but can smile knowing that it was a good one... there's no tomorrow no near or far ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 16:01:00 GMT

Ah! Poems!!!

I was browsing for some inspiration today and I FOUND IT... wordriot.org here's what i found. i like it quite a lot Man of Letters by Ralph Murre K is a great one, my favorite, I suppose. You kno...
Posted by on Thu, 25 May 2006 18:21:00 GMT

222 Spontaneous Words - Put Yourself Out There

Eyes shielded from the sun and the scrutinizing eyes of the world, my so-called big gorgeous browns protected by bigger more gorgeous browns, my brand new pair of Channel sunglasses, I look straight a...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 19:07:00 GMT

Sometimes a good poem helps...

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines He wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" Because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A And a gold...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jul 2005 20:21:00 GMT