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Paperback

Contributed by calista on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 11:07:32 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Paperback
February 17, 2005

He had dusty kick 'em boots
And a slow southern drawl
Eyes of blue and crystal fused
And a belt buckle in the shape of a bull

Nobody knew him, but everybody did
The wise men on the corner
Called him the Mystic Kid

He moved rather slow in a bold sort of way
With his eyes cast down on the road
He never spoke, he never smiled
But over his shoulder he carried the same pack load

Nobody saw him come, nobody saw him go
The wise men on the corner
Said he must be beaten down with woe

He had rough trace of shadow on his face
He called everybody Ace
He kept a paperback book
Tucked in the back of his denim jeans

The wise men on the corner
Asked him if he'd come back after he leaves
He looked away into the sunset and said "by all means"




Copyright © calista ... [ 2005-02-18 23:07:32]
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Re: Paperback (User Rating: 1 )
by n2dep2care on Saturday, 19th February 2005 @ 02:52:59 PM AEST
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Love your descriptions of the character. Made me focus right in. Very good write.

Laurie


Re: Paperback (User Rating: 1 )
by AmyLee4Ever on Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 10:08:00 PM AEST
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Great write... fantastic write. You really know how to describe people. You got me wrapped up in that poem. It was like a movie and I could practically see a whole sene. Once again, great write...
Jodi


Re: Paperback (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 01:09:03 AM AEST
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Yes, I could see the scene easliy in my mind. Very well done. Peace to you, Laura




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