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Unveiling the Back Door to the College Football Playoff: A Season of Blocked Opportunities
Unveiling the Back Door to the College Football Playoff: A Season of Blocked Opportunities In the thrilling realm of college football, every season unfolds with unexpected twists and turns, offering fans a rollercoaster of emotions. The recent AP Top 25 takeaways shed light on a fascinating narrative, hinting at the closure of a potential back door to the College Football Playoff. As we delve into the intricacies of this season's developments, it becomes evident that the landscape of college football is evolving, with significant implications for playoff contenders.
Star Fairy
Little Sheila was making tea for her dolls one day when suddenly there was a knock at the door of her house. Sheila thought that a friend of hers had come to meet her. But when she opened the door, she saw a woman in her house. She is standing with three children in her arms. Beautiful wings of seven colors were also attached to this woman's arms and a star was shining on her forehead and her clothes were like butterfly wings. Sheila saw her smiling and said, "Beautiful woman, who are you?" The woman said, "I am the star fairy." Sheila asked: "What do you want with me?" "Please allow me to enter your house," said the Star Fairy. Sheila started saying. "What will you do by breaking into the house?" Star fairy said, "I will bathe my children in your bathroom."
Umar FaridPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSky High
Fly higher than a kite and higher than the moon. Know I’ll see you soon. Photo taken by Author Don’t wait by the stars.
Real PoeticPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWhen My Good Friend, Sadness, Comes For Tea.
When he comes to visit, he doesn’t take off his shoes. Dragging and tracking mud from the outside to every room in the house. Doesn’t even wipe his feet at the welcome mat before entering. With every visit, his clothes become shabbier and his hands filthier. He always apologizes and says he can’t stay for long, he has others to visit. I always suggest water, but he prefers tea. Taking longer to make and prolonging his stay. We always listen to Etta while the tea is being made. I’m not ever sure when he’ll leave, some visits are longer than others. No matter how long the stay, you can always tell he was here. The longer he stays, the more dirt and mud build up on the floor. The more smudges and streaks upon the wall. Sometimes even long after he’s gone and I’ve purified the walls and polished the floorboards, there’s still stains he left behind. Forget-me-nots proving he was once here. Before he goes, he always turns to me and says I should be grateful I’ve only got to scrub mud from the floors and trail a rag against the walls. If he was to take his shoes off, it would be far more mess to clean.
Melody
She spoke life into the music Connected to my soul So hauntingly smoothing Effortless was the pull We swayed like branches, blowing
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTurkey Bowl 2
I wrote "Turkey Bowl" to cover movies so bad they didn't really deserve whole articles dedicated to reviewing them. The first two, The Bat (1959) starring Vincent Price and Agnes Moorehead, and Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things (1972), starring cult movie director Alan Ormsby, were indeed cinematic slop fit only for feeding to hogs (well, maybe they weren't that bad).
Elegy of Solitude
In the quiet depths of solitude, where shadows dance in the silent breeze, A heart once full of laughter, now echoes with the pain of memories.
A Symphony of Smoothness
In realms of touch, where senses intertwine, A symphony of smoothness, oh so fine. Like silken strands, cascading down,
John PorfyPublished 5 months ago in Poets