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1:45 a.m.
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1:45 a.m. |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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1:45 A.M. It's 1:45 a.m. I just got in. there are four,... yes four messages on the machine. It's 1:45 a.m. I just got in. It's her... and I don't want to know. Something must be wrong but I'm too afraid to find out. It's 1:45 a.m. I just got in. I called her back. she's crying I'm scared. Too afraid to move. I knew it wouldn't be good. It's 1:45 a.m. I just got in. People don't call this late unless it's bad. So I've learned. She's my mother. I'm her daughter. She's scared. I'm scared. She's crying....... I'm crying now too. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
won't tell ya that I enjoyed this...but it struck home...good poetry, m'friend...thought your choice of title was excellent, too.. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
well spitfire, I hope that the phone call did not bring too much bad news. I think everyone dreads those phone calls. take care. As serenity said the poem hit home, thanks for sharing. ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" |
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