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The Thicket |
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Debo Member
since 2006-04-18
Posts 321Texas U.S.A. |
Well here I am alone in these East Texas woods. Gathering up drift wood to burn. I started this campfire Two days ago. These woods bring back memories Of a little blonde haired girl Walking barefoot down a dirt road Struggling to find her way out She knows it's her only hope At a life worth living. All around her she sees Suffering, heartache And broken dreams. The little girl hangs Her head and crys. Debo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I wouldn't mind being lost in the woods for awhile |
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Debo Member
since 2006-04-18
Posts 321Texas U.S.A. |
Thanks for you sweet reply. I must tell you though. You don't want to be lost in those woods. based on a true story: Mine Debo |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Ahhh... now see, I have found more of your work. I like this, but would like it more if you had expanded on it - a little more information for us to go on. I know, sometimes it isn't easy...especially when, as you say, "based on a true story" that is your own. Keep writing. I have a feeling that you are a poet to watch, and I will add you to my library of poets. Your pen is your way out, friend  Caroline He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. |
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Debo Member
since 2006-04-18
Posts 321Texas U.S.A. |
Thank you again for reading and your honest thoughts. Yes after I ended this I started think this might just be a great short story. I'm working on more now. Debo |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
and this is the place where I can cry with words, although a forest would suit me fine too sometimes... |
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