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No one There.



Thu, 6 Jul 2006 20:59:05 +0100 uk.people.silversurfers
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John in Cornwall...
No One There

Cold,cold hands reach out for you
too late - you start to fall,

BunnyHare...
Nice poem. Sends shivers down the spine though

down into an emptiness - no one there at all.
Far off laughter, mocking cries, a terrifying dream,
no one there to rescue you as silently, you scream.

"Hush - be still, be still, I say,
"Close tight your eyes" - don't peep - not even for a dare"
"let them dance their evil dance ,
Pretend that no one's there"

Evil fancies fill the room,
pointed hat's - and witches broom's,
hopping frog's and nasty smell's,
dark, dark deed's and wicked spell's,
coaches into pumpkins turned,
hand's on clock's are turned and turned.....

You scream and scream, without a sound
footsteps in the hall ?
No. No one's there to rescue you
You are alone.
No one's there at all.

Foxy at w*rk...
I want my Mummy :-)

Good that one John


Jackie...
I liked it John, made me feel lonely though!


May...
Marg : ^ O
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