The movers took my television set
The repo man...my car
The bank foreclosed upon my house
And left me broke by far.
The neighbors don't care that I'm homeless now
My friends all laugh and jeer
That's what you get
When you place a bet
Upon the
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grab a cup of steaming hot tea, put on your most comfortable old sweater, and drift into a world of vast, unbroken ocean, sweet lavender springs, and musky twilight. anyone is welcome to participate in our quest-- to write a poem a day; to mine the beauty and tragedy of life and craft it into something silvery and strong. whether you are here to write or appreciate, we hope you enjoy our journey.
Welcome to Willow Fire Society
If you would like to join our challenge to write a poem everyday and contribute your work to our collection, please leave a comment telling us so, along with your e-mail address, and we will add you to our author's list as soon as possible.
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