Morgan Michaels Poems
|781.||A Steeplechase ll||10/18/2012|
|782.||A Steeplechase l||10/18/2012|
|783.||A Sonnet Fashioned Old||11/1/2012|
|787.||A Simple Awakening||4/20/2012|
|790.||A Painting by Titian (exerpt)||2/20/2013|
|794.||A Long Time Ago.||9/12/2013|
|795.||A Long Time Ago II||9/12/2013|
|796.||A Jeremiad 2||8/1/2012|
|798.||A Japanese Haiku In Phonics With Translation||5/9/2013|
|799.||A Hoku Threne||5/22/2013|
|800.||A History Of The Ancient World||9/20/2014|
Thinking about it, he decided most worry was underwater. You may not see it, but it can stove your boat, even when you think you're floating clear. He would see Julia later that evening, with Miriam.
They were buddies from childhood and had a functional, dignified friendship. Each thought her husband wilder than was good, and each kept the other informed of her spouse's doings, as far as possible.
Each had a secret she kept hidden that the other guessed anyway. Julia had an excellent job with