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The Child
Contributed by
Sherlock
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Monday, 2nd September 2013 @ 03:54:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Fast fell the furious rain on the cold crumbling cobble stones
The sound almost like that of beaten, battered bones.
This child cold and cast out, tired and hoping
The cold clings like a clasp as the girl goes groping.
Trying to find someone merciful and some place dry
When all is searched and none is found she begins to cry.
A gentleman hears and hastily hurries to take pity
For he knows that he lives in an unkind city.
“What do you need dear child?” He inquires.
“A good night’s sleep that’s all I desire.”
“And you shall have it for sure!” He exclaims
“Sir surely you have saved my small life!” She proclaims
Together they take leave of the silent slums of slime and damp
No longer will she live by the light of a street lamp.
For now she has a home.
Copyright ©
Sherlock
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2013-09-02 15:54:08]
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Re: The Child
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by RussellReinhardt on
Monday, 2nd September 2013 @ 05:43:00 PM AEST
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Excellent write and flows well. I enjoyed so reading this poem. Full of love and compassion. Sadness turned into joy. There is still hope in this world. Some might say only in the movies, however it does still happen.
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Re: The Child
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by karu on
Thursday, 5th September 2013 @ 11:20:08 AM AEST
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each and every line is so meaningful
superb writing |
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