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THE VIOLINS ARE PLAYING by MTeresaClayton
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THE VIOLINS ARE PLAYINGby M TERESA CLAYTON
what does a man do when he feels and hears the woman he loved and lossed? Can they still remain together - forever - with him on this side and her on the other?
THE HOURGLASS by MTeresaClayton
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THE HOURGLASSby M TERESA CLAYTON
Time comes and goes and never returns - why do we count hours, minutes, seconds, sand?
Eclipse of the Soul by MTeresaClayton
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Eclipse of the Soulby M TERESA CLAYTON
We learn so much when the moon can fully eclipse the sun. What does this say about life as a metaphor?
TREASURE OF TIME by MTeresaClayton
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TREASURE OF TIMEby M TERESA CLAYTON
Brothers, Michael and Marky, are taken on a strange journey as they try to find their missing grandfather. Little do they know that something magical is happening and in...
NO ONE SURVIVES by MTeresaClayton
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NO ONE SURVIVESby M TERESA CLAYTON
Volcanoes erupting, the ground on fire, people climbing up to escape the heat as the heat rises and the source of the devastation sits in a pool giving off wisps of toxi...
THE OLD MAN by MTeresaClayton
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THE OLD MANby M TERESA CLAYTON
This poem actually came from an old man who spoke to me several nights ago. This is his way of speaking and pretty much what he told me. If anyone recognizes him or this...
THE SPIDER by MTeresaClayton
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THE SPIDERby M TERESA CLAYTON
She sits reading a book in the silence when she hears the tiny voice of something... there! in the corner, something hanging there... it would be a transforming experien...
My Daughter, My Universe by MTeresaClayton
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My Daughter, My Universeby M TERESA CLAYTON
Volcanoes erupting, the ground on fire, people climbing up to escape the heat as the heat rises and the source of the devastation sits in a pool giving off wisps of toxi...
THE PUPPETEER by MTeresaClayton
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THE PUPPETEERby M TERESA CLAYTON
I'll allow you to see - yourself as the puppet, yourself as the puppeteer, or just an innocent member of the audience, a viewer, unable to move, unable to think, unable...
AFTER THE BOMB by MTeresaClayton
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AFTER THE BOMBby M TERESA CLAYTON
Three Green Berets go into a city after the bomb, to search for any survivors and to give report. There was something else there, under the debris, that was a far greate...
MY NAME IS METAPHOR by MTeresaClayton
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MY NAME IS METAPHORby M TERESA CLAYTON
https://www.facebook.com/notes/m-teresa-clayton/the-book-my-name-is-metaphor-is-now-for-sale-at-lulucom/10156481172054204/ I have spent years listening to my friends, my...
DEAR SOUL by MTeresaClayton
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DEAR SOULby M TERESA CLAYTON
I hear the rumblings, see the written words of repentant souls, looking for a way to begin again, knowing that will never be. So, they search for salvation in confession...
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RED RIBBONS by MTeresaClayton
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RED RIBBONSby M TERESA CLAYTON
Listen to the poetic story of discover the power of red ribbons
Consequences by MTeresaClayton
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Consequencesby M TERESA CLAYTON
There are consequences to being unconscious. There are consequences to being awake and lucid. Consequences. Over and over again - it becomes a cycle - CONTINUANCE.
SIGNED AND NUMBERED MY NAME IS METAPHOR BOOKS FOR THE HOLIDAYS by MTeresaClayton
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SIGNED AND NUMBERED MY NAME IS MET...by M TERESA CLAYTON
Right now, I have begun selling these soft cover books, 160 pages, via facebook $ or through Paypal. (saintmom1@peoplepc.com). Please write me on facebook, in private me...
FALLING (story first - poem collaboration follows) by MTeresaClayton
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FALLING (story first - poem collab...by M TERESA CLAYTON
Jill D. Ponto-Miller was a beautiful soul who had an extraordinary ability to write through her feelings. She, like so many creative souls, suffered from intense highs a...
THE BURNING MAN - MARDUK'S WORD by MTeresaClayton
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THE BURNING MAN - MARDUK'S WORDby M TERESA CLAYTON
Ah, the pain of rejection. But, the setting it right again, setting it as it should be, setting ones balance, setting ones revenge, setting him on fire, setting yourself...
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