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By jamesbadok
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17 April 2007 |
Daddy Short-legs
Little Voice's daddy eats horses, carrots, prayers and promises
his teeth glint in the blood of dawn
his gut rumbles with the cries of naughty little boys
Evenings go quickly
no one stirs from under him
except my eye my poor little eye
Little Voice dreams and plots
stacks up the guns that'll blow dad away
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hmm...
Written by no1butClo (337 comments posted) 17th April 2007 | I'm about half way there with the meaning of this, love your wording and the sparisty of punctuation though
give us a clue?
clo |
Written by stevetroster (1549 comments posted) 18th April 2007 | Love it!
See comments on 'First Sadness'. |
Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 24th April 2007 | Liked this but I think the third line of the second stanza needs some work - didn't quite work for me as is. Apart from that very good.
Elli |
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