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I sit alone
On this hard wooden bench
Waiting in this chill
For him to come
He told me he would
He gave me his word
But here still I wait
At quarter past nine----
We were to meet at eight----
In this bitter chill
Deep in my heart I know
He’ll never come…
Yet
Here still I wait
In this harsh, bitter cold
On this hard wooden bench
Alone
- by Kiana_Ishido |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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Comments (5 Comments)
- sukio toto - 06/19/2009
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that was extrordinary
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- gpj100 - 05/10/2009
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very dark not to offend however it still is an exellent poem
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- Apocalyptic Beatdown - 12/21/2008
- Anticipation is a real bother...Hope she has a thick coat.
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- Naiyala - 12/15/2008
- Awww...
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- Lana_Shinobi - 12/12/2008
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This is really good! Bravo!
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