Open Poetry #23 |
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Voices in the Crowd (Tibute for the Halloween Season) |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
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It was in midnight’s dreary mist all nicely wrapped that Murder should come to me softly as I napped. I tried to wake. I tried to scream. But nothing could disturb, this most disturbing dream. This can not be. This is not right! I thought to myself on this cool, eerie night. I tried to tell them… They laughed, never to believe, that murder had just stood knocking at my door last eve. But not one Doubting Thomas still remains among crowd. For it is well known, that dead voices are not loud. [This message has been edited by Effigy (10-24-2002 05:22 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This was hauntingly perfect. ![]() Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
Thank you. |
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