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grape
by John C.
copyright 08-11-2001


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
Upon a hill it wonders
For what he wonders


Feeling ill in winter water's
Read the signpost he ponders

Ill game's on fodder
Time's a waistin where's his father

He stand's in shadows
Now they know

Cradle in arms of fear
In and now among the clear

Can he see the path?
Far from wrath


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04-01-2001 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

I'm sure each will bring to this the baggage they carry with them daily... for me? I was sucked back in time, when I waited for the dreaded footsteps of my step father coming home. Fear held me tight, so tight it choked me. Breathless, I waited for the wrath. But I was wrong... it wasn't him, it was our next door neighbor who also came home drunk every night to beat his kids. It wasn't my turn... yet. Always wondering if I should stay or stray, run or use his gun... Where was the clearing, where?




04-01-2001 John Mcleod    

I am intrigued by this one, I shall come back later for another read and hope I can understand it better.



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