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The Deadly Tree

Contributed by pretty_n_pink on Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 10:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



The Wonderful Tree

The tree in my yard
is where i spent my time
I used to read beside it
and it was really fun to climb.

Daddy would get mad
and say mean things to me
like,"Why are you my daughter?"
and,"What's up with that tree?"

But still I played by this tree
where I'd sit and I'd swing
and other times when I'd get bored
this is where I'd sing.

Til one day, daddy said
"You're just another face to feed,"
"You're bugging me,and you're just another person
that I really don't need."

So I thought it was true
I thought that dad was right
Then I decided this would be
my very last night.

The very next day
dad went to the tree
to see if he
could apologize to me.

He bent down
and found a note
it was something special
that I had wrote.

When he began to read this
he started turning red
then he started crying
for this is what it said...

"This tree is where I read."
"This tree is where I sang."
"This tree is where I had my fun."
"Now this tree is where I hang."




Copyright © pretty_n_pink ... [ 2003-08-24 10:45:00]
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Re: The Deadly Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by Rocks on Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 10:13:04 PM AEST
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what kind of tree was it?


Re: The Deadly Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by Trine_Daily on Sunday, 5th October 2003 @ 01:05:14 PM AEST
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Might want to change category to "Dark Poetry".
A wake-up call to those who ignore loved ones.




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