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broker6 Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 132Bellevue, NE, Sarpy |
PITCHY BLACK by © Richard J. Budig 1993 Where've you been, my child? Here...but gone these long years. Here, but gone? How's that, child? Someone took my me, and left but fear. Took your "me?" Tell me how, child? In pitchy black came they near. No! In pitchy black, my child? At dawn's light, too, they came so dear. By night and day...right, my child? Yes, yes, in secret and in fear. Fear upon fear? Their's became yours? And more! All my years are but tears. |
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Miss Abagail Mannering Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 136byron, il |
interesting twists...  ------------------ "Some people aren't worth a puddle of ant pee in the middle of a dessert when it's 100 degrees in the shade." -me |
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