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The Empty Rope |
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Wicked Witch of the East Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 69
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In fifty-nine, was just wee boy, I had two heroes, one was Roy, My other idol, was much bigger, A golden horse, by name of Trigger. My Christmas wish, was for a horse, A Palamino, gold of course, On my knees, each night would pray, Could hardly wait, for Christmas Day. On Christmas morn, I woke at dawn, Crept downstairs, out to the lawn, There to a tree, a rope was tied, Fresh horse droppings, not yet dried. I stood and gazed upon bare rope, I felt the pain of shattered hope, As from behind, I heard Dad say, I guess your horse, got plumb away. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
ROFL...funny stuff, you poor child you  |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Hillarious!  Denise |
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Femme's Father Member
since 1999-10-30
Posts 58Carrollton, TX, USA |
This was really good, was sad but was also comical. Great job combining humor & sadness. A man's heart often cannot see the light - because of the darkness of it's own motives.... - James David |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
In my house this would not have been an empty gift, though you wished for a horse , on the other end of the rope you were given a tree . |
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