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Bed Ridden
Contributed by
suesan
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Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 07:09:33 PM in AEST
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I fell sick, tired, and used
My body bloody, black and bruised
The man out side stalks for hours
I turn my head there he towers
I cower in fear waiting for him
He has no name, Not Billy nor Tim
He calls himself, The Angel of Death
And hes here to watch my last Breath
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2005-06-06 19:09:33]
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Re: Bed Ridden
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by hauntedscorp on
Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 07:22:41 PM AEST
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Very nice indeed. Short but effective.
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Re: Bed Ridden
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by shelby on
Monday, 6th June 2005 @ 11:56:58 PM AEST
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Re: Bed Ridden
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by TREBOR on
Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 06:37:49 PM AEST
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| This is a great poem,many of the poems I have read articulate how the poet thinks and feels but your's means I can picture the man outside,its quite scary |
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