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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The window Outside of which is crying, Little girls, Hair of swirls, Tormented by little boys. Violence, Not silence, The playful game of dying, Girls will run, T’is not fun, Fleeing to escape the toys, In shadows, Hearing myself, I’m sighing Crashing glass And silence is now shattered, Near the wall A baseball Rest after its destruction. Now the boys Lost of toys, In fear have quickly scattered; She remains To take the blame, The fear holds her in traction. Through the glass I see her dressed in tatters. The window, Dark insides casts reflections, Of grown girls, And grown boys, Passing by now hand in hand. Without curls, Without toys, Ladies in men’s protection, Perhaps proud, Maybe loud, Then cuddling when they can. In shadows A lonely tattered girl stands. Gloom |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Professor Gloom..... The little girl never grows up.... Neither do the little boys.... Very enjoyable reading!! I have but one goal in life......... To make you smile! ~~ Sunny ~~ |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I hoped to show the differences in reactions between the boys and girls, and yes some of both never grow up, and a few never enjoy the childhood. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond. Gloom |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
and some just love the cuddling in shadows ~~soft smiles Maureen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nicely done |
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