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Just Giving « Half Brave Half Stupid
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. October 26th, 2009. Auto insurance windshield replacement. Iâ m feeling like a pioneer, like Iâ m the only one ever to do this and when the other boggle eyed mummies gesture me to jump out, Iâ m pretty sure I am. Just standing there in the dust and scrub, having flashbacks of the Aussie Outback, when the softest face Iâ ve ever seen appears, a silhouette in the beauty. Moses is cooking rice for me. When I em...
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A Word Paints a Thousand Pictures « Half Brave Half Stupid
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. A Word Paints a Thousand Pictures. January 25th, 2012. I dread the return…. The way an average person finds comfort and safety in the mediocre routines of life, the simple expectations of everyday, I dread the return to it. That there will be hot water when you turn the tap on, light with the flick of a switch, the bus rumbling to your stop, though a little late, which may make you complain. But in those fev...
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Sapphire Eyes « Half Brave Half Stupid
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. May 2nd, 2012. I live what I want and I want what I live. And the changing faces sift through the sieve. With the pleasant hello’s and the saddening goodbyes. Some never remembered-till Sapphire eyes. I follow the crowd till I know that I’m leading. Then I let go and leave. And I live my life on a chessboard of lies. But would it be different through Sapphire eyes. Sometimes I get lonely, but I’m never alone.
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. September 13th, 2009. Welcome to Half Brave Half Stupid. I am managing this site on behalf of Carmen Major, whose written works I will be publishing on a regular basis here. By subscribing you can expect to receive notification every time I post one of Carmen’s Travel Stories, Short stories, poems, or other articles of interest. So, enjoy […]. Read more about Welcome… ». Enter your email address:.
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Young Heart « Half Brave Half Stupid
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. January 8th, 2010. Don’t blame me for. Falling in love with you. I couldn’t tear myself away. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to hold on. Don’t blame a young heart. It’s only the first time. So don’t blame me. I didn’t have time to learn. Maybe if I’d met you later. I wouldn’t have made so many mistakes. Don’t blame a young heart. Don’t blame me for. For thinking we’d still be friends. So don’t ever.
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. May 2nd, 2012. STONE LOVE SUNSET I dropped a tear more rare than pearl From an eye of emerald green As I remembered the topaz shore On the sea of aquamarine The Sky above was a sapphire swirl And the sun shone ruby red Diamonds glistened on the waves Of the deep sea crystal bed Your eyes were […]. Read more about Stone Love Sunset ». May 2nd, 2012. Read more about 3 More Poems ». January 11th, 2010. Don̵...
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Just Giving « Half Brave Half Stupid
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. October 26th, 2009. Auto insurance windshield replacement. Iâ m feeling like a pioneer, like Iâ m the only one ever to do this and when the other boggle eyed mummies gesture me to jump out, Iâ m pretty sure I am. Just standing there in the dust and scrub, having flashbacks of the Aussie Outback, when the softest face Iâ ve ever seen appears, a silhouette in the beauty. Moses is cooking rice for me. When I em...
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Young Heart « Half Brave Half Stupid
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Half Brave Half Stupid. Travel Stories, Short Stories and Poems by Carmen Major. Where to start…. May 2nd, 2012. Don’t blame me for. Falling in love with you. I couldn’t tear myself away. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to hold on. Don’t blame a young heart. It’s only the first time. So don’t blame me. I didn’t have time to learn. May be if I’d met you later. I wouldn’t have made so many mistakes. Don’t blame a young heart. Don’t blame me for. For thinking we’d still be friends. You were only the first.