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The Back Door
Contributed by
sinned
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Saturday, 21st January 2006 @ 04:37:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Dark and misty was the night Hearing creaking from my bed Freckles gave a chilling howel Out my window a distant light Familiar the red green and yellow No traffic silent was the street Fearful thoughts filled my head Dazed yet sleeply eyed I arose to explore the noise Uncertain I reached for my cane Freckles at my side With my cane I readied to poise Certainly I could cause some pain Yet an entruder I wished not to see Freckles gave is hello bark Why I couldn't understand Strangers in the dark frighten me The kitchen night light but a spark I approched the stareway land The back door would creak High I lifted my hardwood cane Heart beating ready to strike The door slowly open about a peek It was Roger Dennis my grandson Many a time has he caused me to wake Freckles jumped as he entered in With his tongue he gave Roger a kiss I could have broken his neck Boy you better get home earlier Sorry grandpa Happily Freckles lapped his tongue Roger it's 2:22 AM Grandpa but I'M Young I don't give a damn Grandma and I need our sleep We're tired of waking like this Don't be so inconsiderate After all in this house I am the man At twenty-three it's time to grow Think about it I hate to see you have to go
Love Grandpa-Grandma 1-20-2006 2:22 AM
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Re: The Back Door
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Monday, 23rd January 2006 @ 04:01:17 AM AEST (User
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Very good writing. Sounds about typical.
huggs,
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