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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Back Door
[time] => 2006-01-21 04:37:14
[hometext] => 2:22 am
[bodytext] => Dark and misty was the night Hearing creaking from my bed Freckles gave a chilling howel Out my window a distant light Familiar the red green and yellow No traffic silent was the street Fearful thoughts filled my head Dazed yet sleeply eyed I arose to explore the noise Uncertain I reached for my cane Freckles at my side With my cane I readied to poise Certainly I could cause some pain Yet an entruder I wished not to see Freckles gave is hello bark Why I couldn't understand Strangers in the dark frighten me The kitchen night light but a spark I approched the stareway land The back door would creak High I lifted my hardwood cane Heart beating ready to strike The door slowly open about a peek It was Roger Dennis my grandson Many a time has he caused me to wake Freckles jumped as he entered in With his tongue he gave Roger a kiss I could have broken his neck Boy you better get home earlier Sorry grandpa Happily Freckles lapped his tongue Roger it's 2:22 AM Grandpa but I'M Young I don't give a damn Grandma and I need our sleep We're tired of waking like this Don't be so inconsiderate After all in this house I am the man At twenty-three it's time to grow Think about it I hate to see you have to go Love Grandpa-Grandma 1-20-2006 2:22 AM Sinned [comments] => 1 [counter] => 461 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sinned [notes] => ............edited for spelling as requested by mod_6...21-01-06 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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