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A Young Child

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One stormy night
A young child had got into a fight.
All of his hoping and praying did not do him right
They had failed on him that single night.
He was hoping and praying that someone would come before
that nightmare would return.

As he sat on the ground
Letting the blood roll down his cheek
As that one child was yelling and whimpering

He had seen this man

He was yelling and screaming.

Scaring those boys and seeing them run like kitties.

By Vivica Goodlance

Read by ‘Tookie’

Posted by Sue Zalokar


Written by lickmypoetry

April 24, 2010 at 9:21 am

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