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Post by Basset on Jan 22, 2009 16:14:29 GMT -6
Amazing title, right?
As you probably all know, this is a place where I am going to put my stuff. Stuff like poems and stuff. I hope I've used stuff enough times. |
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Post by Basset on Jan 22, 2009 16:17:36 GMT -6
The Picture
A Poem By Basset S. Bassetworth
It stares at me, laughing
Knowing I want to reach out and feel the warmth
It calls to me, that happy smiling face
I long to reach into the past
And have her lick my face just one more time
But of course, I cannot jump into the paper
Never will I witness that moment again
All the joy and happiness is trapped in that slip of paper
A tear drops from my face, leaving a small wet mark
Soon more tears come
And the thin slice of my memory
Melts into a wet glob of paper
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