Besides catching the bad guys Maggie likes to write. Maggie is not what one would call a writer. She writes because that's what she wants to do when she's not Sleuthing.
Maggie does not want to be judged, ridiculed or does she want to be immortalized. She just has that inner -gut -feeling, need, to write. She once said to me: "I am setting myself up for my next life"
To know Maggie is to have immediate like for her and for the love and thought she displays in her work.
Punctuation, proper form might be missing in her work.
Judge unless you want to be judged. Live and let live is Maggie Frost's epilate. Maggie bids you good reading for those that couldn't tell the difference from a noun or a verb. Most of us that read newspapers , books whatever wouldn't know a mistake in so called proper writing than the man in the moon.
To give Maggie a try order her package of 20 poems and witty sayings for $10.00
Allow 2-3 weeks for delivery.
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Maggie Frost pi
159 Hawthorn Road
Defuniak Springs Florida 32435
Ahhhhh! Casablanca. who can forget it?
Bogie at his best.
Play it again Sam!
This page was last updated: September 12, 2011
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Maggie writes pure native-natty.
Her life and how she grew up in the hands of undesired influence.
Read: Just a few samples you will receive .
Sandra & her pink bunny....
Into Darkness....
Night dreams.... What or who craws in bed with you at night? Is it really a dream?
Country Store....Meet the infamous. Mary Ramsey.
The Glasses....
Lights Out. Then who was buried......
Who killed Peggy?....
Maggie's collection is well over 250 poems, witty remarks, songs she wrote and published also short stories.
Maggie Frost is unique . Not your usual style of poetry. many in short story form 20 lines or so.
Sandra and her Pink Bunny
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Easter night , home town, anywhere. Place where even strangers care.
Bubba a trucker needed a bite, he stopped at Diner light.
Juke box playing an Easter song Bubba sat at the counter long.
Hi! My name is Lou., The special's stew.
Bubba glanced to his right & caught a pretty sight. A little girl dressed in white , that seemed to shine in the light and on her lap a pink bunny. Bubba winked he thought it was funny. Ready to leave said to Lou, give that little girl ice cream & her bunny too.
Lou Awe-struck! in a swirl, What little girl ?
Driving along it started to rain, Bubba stopped for a train. When the train clicked on by, Bubba seen something that made him cry. On the tracks he did see A little girl on her knees & in her arms a bunny wiggled. He thought he heard a giggle.
The little girl wore a dress of white & held the bunny oh-so tight.
How did you get here? I left you at the diner way back there. Bubba carried his charges two in his truck of Navy Blue back to the diner to see Lou.
A picture on shelf Bubba did spy. That's her! the girl on the tracks. I tell no lie!.
Lou with tears in her eyes. Proclaimed to Bubba. That little girl died where the trains go one rainy Easter Night five years ago.
Lou seeing Bubba's plight.
That was my daughter you seen tonight
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Memories"
Dark conveys elevated snows,
school day awaits in winter gloom.
Mush egression maize meal,
Starched devoured calico sac,
adorn infinitesimal anatomy.
Noon fodder fashioned lard oozing sugar bread.
Night stove stew fling,
steaming condensation against ebony windows.
Water tub lye brush body to bed bunk,
Roy, Gene, Hoppy & Inner Sanctum,
end a day of powerless desire
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