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A time ago this house was filled
With laughing, silly, souls We'd banter with each other Till the morning hour tolled I loved them all in my own way They had so much to share But one by one they disappeared Now none of them are here We keep in touch in minor ways It just isn't the same Our time together's ended I guess we are to blame We spoke our minds and told the truth We didn't sugar coat things Swift punishment, in this house Is what telling the truth brings They spanked us time and time again And when that didn't work They locked us from the house, and yet We continue to lurk............. |
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A time ago this house was filled With laughing, silly, souls We'd banter with each other Till the morning hour tolled I loved them all in my own way They had so much to share But one by one they disappeared Now none of them are here We keep in touch in minor ways It just isn't the same Our time together's ended I guess we are to blame We spoke our minds and told the truth We didn't sugar coat things Swift punishment, in this house Is what telling the truth brings They spanked us time and time again And when that didn't work They locked us from the house, and yet We continue to lurk............. 
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A time ago this house was filled With laughing, silly, souls We'd banter with each other Till the morning hour tolled I loved them all in my own way They had so much to share But one by one they disappeared Now none of them are here We keep in touch in minor ways It just isn't the same Our time together's ended I guess we are to blame We spoke our minds and told the truth We didn't sugar coat things Swift punishment, in this house Is what telling the truth brings They spanked us time and time again And when that didn't work They locked us from the house, and yet We continue to lurk............. Oh, I remember those times, running through the house it was our world, our oyster. Now, I too, wonder where are we? So quiet..is Michelle still in the cupboard hiding waiting to find us? a wonderful write stirred me deeply.. |
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nice piece
welcome to the forum
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nice write and welcome
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Very good piece and welcome...
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Makes me remember when I was about to get in trouble for something, my Mom would always call me by my whole name. If Mom called you and used your middle and last name, my brothers and I new someone was getting ready to get a sound thrashing
 . Great write and read Thank you 
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wow, really good poem....
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