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Death In a Motel
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Death In a Motel |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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In a dim lit motel room… She smiled so happily- Then thrust the needle in her vein, I stared on helplessly. She said I ought to try it- I told her, I’ll decline… She called me an old fogey, And way behind the times. But Death was in that needle, And laughing all the while… She drifted into la-la land, She took that long hard mile. Escape from all the heartache, I guess is what she sought… A three by six of county dirt- Is all the farm she bought. Another nameless victim- Another hopeless shell… Another life that’s sacrificed- And soul that’s gone to Hell. Foolish? Yes, I’d say she was- I’d like to pull the rope, And swing the stinking pusher high… Who sold the kid the dope. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Hompage.html |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
what a wonderful write...so sad yet so strong never say never |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
It's really hard to sit back and watch people kill themselves with drugs, and that includes alcohol. Thank you for writing this, as I have such strong feelings on the subject that I can't find the words.. You did, and very well, also... Love received is equal to love given! |
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