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Array ( [sid] => 73840 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => One Sunday [time] => 2004-11-30 20:03:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In the middle of the night a voice cries
No one hears it, or if they do they ignore it
What if that little voice was you
Crying for help
Crying in pain
That little voice is the voice of a littloel girl only 5
Abused, and drugged up
Her father is a drunk
Her mother does pot
Her whole family is messed up
But one day as she went to school
Bruised and sad
One of her only friends
Came and invited her
To her church
The little girl slipped out of the house one sunday moring
While her Mom and Dad
Were fighting
That little girl foung Jesus that day
From then on, when her
Perents where fighting
She opened her Bible
To John 3:16
Look it up now
I means a lot [comments] => 5 [counter] => 333 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Minana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )

One Sunday

Contributed by Minana on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 08:03:36 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

In the middle of the night a voice cries
No one hears it, or if they do they ignore it
What if that little voice was you
Crying for help
Crying in pain
That little voice is the voice of a littloel girl only 5
Abused, and drugged up
Her father is a drunk
Her mother does pot
Her whole family is messed up
But one day as she went to school
Bruised and sad
One of her only friends
Came and invited her
To her church
The little girl slipped out of the house one sunday moring
While her Mom and Dad
Were fighting
That little girl foung Jesus that day
From then on, when her
Perents where fighting
She opened her Bible
To John 3:16
Look it up now
I means a lot

Copyright © Minana ... [ 2004-11-30 20:03:36]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: One Sunday (User Rating: 1 )
by CaddishCut on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 08:34:26 PM AEST
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That's beautiful

Re: One Sunday (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 09:07:28 PM AEST
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fantastic write.

Re: One Sunday (User Rating: 1 )
by Sassy on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 11:03:47 PM AEST
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that is so depressing, how do you come up with this stuff, it is amazing!

Re: One Sunday (User Rating: 1 )
by Babygirl411911 on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 11:25:34 PM AEST
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I agree with sassy, it is amazing you have a deep thought and passion for poetry

Re: One Sunday (User Rating: 1 )
by ArmyBrat on Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 01:51:33 PM AEST
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It's really great and sad. :(

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