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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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All is quiet, glancing fearful at the wall The clock tells me five minutes Five more minutes of disquiet freedom The table is set Dinner is ready and served The T.V. is rotated The proper amount of degrees His slippers are by the door Two inches apart, turned outward The Sports section lied folded Left over right, five inches from His favorite beer mug Sitting quiet at the clock Slices my freedom into seconds Into the past One minute Thirty seconds Ten seconds The key sounds in the door And my captor walks in the house Alicat idly musing 11-22-99 |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
ewwwwww....a whole different aspect. Reminds me to kiss my wife when I get home. An excellent alternate view. ------------------ Once I was brilliant, now I no longer shine, but the twinkle in my eye speaks of another time. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
What a position that I'm glad I'm NOT in! Well done, Dear 'Cat! [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 11-23-1999).] |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
You depict, with this, an all too real scenario for many souls...it is such a shame, that such happens.  Very well written, love. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Thanks for the reminder that there are worse things than loneliness. *S* Well done! |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
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