Array ( [sid] => 69662 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => help us all [time] => 2004-11-01 11:30:17 [hometext] => a story to take to heart. [bodytext] => That pounding sound,
that painfull look.
that loud cry ,make everyone shook.
that pale stear ,that last gaps for air.
who shot my son ,a mother declear.

wailing ,crying and falling down,
fear as finnally concour this ground.
my life ,my son and my friend
by for now.
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help us all
Date: Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 11:30:17 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: RICHARD_CAMPBELL
That pounding sound,
that painfull look.
that loud cry ,make everyone shook.
that pale stear ,that last gaps for air.
who shot my son ,a mother declear.

wailing ,crying and falling down,
fear as finnally concour this ground.
my life ,my son and my friend
by for now.


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