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I Finally Made the Paper
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I Finally Made the Paper |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I finally made the paper, In my hometown, yesterday. The story said, Tomorrow- That they’d put me away. Condemned, and sent to prison Almost twenty years ago. Why rub the salt in Mama’s wound? As if she didn’t know. I finally made the paper- It said at six o’clock… The man would pull his lever- And I’d take the six-foot drop. A murderer, unfit to live- Is what the paper claims… And what reproach I've brought upon A decent family’s name… I grew up poor, but honest- And dreamed of wealth and fame. I finally made the paper- But my name went down in shame. |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
WOW GS, Very poingant piece of writing All my love, Jeffrey I lie awake in a world filled with dreams, but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ What a reminder of something a wonderful high school teacher told me - 'Do everything you do today like it was going to make the headlines tomorrow.' I enjoyed this reminder of what happens to some .. when it's too late to undo it. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I enjoyed reading this gunslinger...James |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Well, guess most of us make the papers at least twice in our lives, when were born and when we die! Be nice to be in the headlines for once! ~~nice writing Six-shooter~~ |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Condemned, and sent to prison Almost twenty years ago. Why rub the salt in Mama’s wound? As if she didn’t know. A murderer, unfit to live- Is what the paper claims… And what reproach I've brought upon A decent family’s name… I grew up poor, but honest- And dreamed of wealth and fame. I finally made the paper- But my name went down in shame. =============== Fantastic as always. |
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