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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I dream of walking on the shore. Do you see me or don't you care? I can not make it to the door. All huddled here confused and sore, I'm caught and can't escape your lair. I dream of walking on the shore. To raise my head is such a chore, Into the darkness I do stare; I can not make it to the door. My soul cries out, "Oh please, no more!" I wanted just for you to share; I dream of walking on the shore. Your words have bruised me to the core. I bang my head upon a chair; I can not make it to the door. I lay broken on the floor. You were the one who threw me there; I dram of walking on the shore. I can not make it to the door. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Marilyn, you did a great job with this, the meter and rhyme are intact and I love the way you carried this out. Nice job. One comment...may want to check your spelling of dream in the quatrain. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Hey Hoot! I was gonna tell her about the spelling! LOL Agreed though, other than that it looks great to me. Truthfully I was curious how you were going to manage the theme originally, but you did a great job! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Yeah, Marilyn!!.. |
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