• Sometimes We Fall

    Sometimes We Fall

    I don’t believe in the phrase “Once faithful, always faithful”. In my opinion this is basically saying that you can’t ever mess up. On the contrary, life is full of temptations that are coming your way like bullets. No matter what type of safe haven you’re in you’ll face them sooner or later. They are

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  • David Days: 2/8/18

    David Days: 2/8/18

    This morning before I showered, I spent about 15 minutes reading aloud, as suggested by another individual with a speech impediment. Did I stutter at all today- of course. I can’t remember a day I didn’t get stuck on a word. (Don’t you go feeling sorry for me). But I like to think that reading

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  • “Crimson Underneath” by David Harris(Repost)

    Two men of two colors, Up in arms, With one another Over the other’s skin.   Yet from their bruised heads Neither one can see Their spilt crimson Is the same shade.   The fight presses on. Both men nearly blind, By their crimson or by rage? Neither man can tell.   Can you?

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  • 26 Facts About Me

    26 Facts About Me

    Hey friends and family. As the title alludes to, today is my 26th Birthday. Still haven’t found a gray hair, so I’m feeling pretty good. Let’s see if folks can get my age right as the year goes by. It’s a struggle. In honor of my birthday I thought I would just share 26 random

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  • My Thoughts on Star Wars: The Last Jedi

    Last Saturday night at the Great Escape Theatre, I kicked back in a comfy chair, raised my feet, and feasted my eyes upon the new Star Wars film. It took a while for me to see this because of people spoiling me and all the hate the film got, but I decided to see for

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  • “Slip, Slush, n’ Snow by David Harris

    My mind is at ease On a cold winter’s night With a book in my hand And my lamp burning bright   But come winter’s morning I don’t feel so nice With a scraper in my hand Trying to break the ice   From my vehicle Which is frozen over The flakes coming down The

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  • “Crimson Underneath” by David Harris

    Two men of two colors, Up in arms, With one another Over the other’s skin.   Yet from their bruised heads Neither one can see Their spilt crimson Is the same shade.   The fight presses on. Both men nearly blind, By their crimson or by rage? Neither man can tell.   Can you?

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