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[title] => Sad found man
[time] => 2004-04-20 19:20:39
[hometext] => This piece is 1/2 *** monkey boy backwards please bear with me, it was meant to be a poem but once I started I fouled up
[bodytext] => Whence still a boy. The man had found his love, while still in highschool. On a cool Friday autumn night. A football game in an otherwise town out of sight. Four years later they got ingaged. Pick a college and made their plans for the future. Everything seemed well as happiness found these creatures. At twenty-four on their fourth year of them lawfully being one they were ready. "We have planned, saved, made our money. Now it's the part we have been waiting for." (F) "Yes, we have had four beautiful years of marriage. Ten wonderful years to love and hold each other. Now it's time to make our hearts dream come true." (M) Days, only weeks had past While Edward gatherd the materials. By six weeks the paper work was done and the grounds opened for the new sight called 151 Shakespeare. By coincidence Gale found her long awaited pregnancy had begun. Not long after Carlie Ann did arrive. Their preccious little girl, and all three lived their happiness there at 151Shakespeare. For a few years only them. By the time Carlie was five she had just became a big sister. To "that monster" as she would say it. A beautiful 6 pound 8oz baby boy. She wasn't one for the fact that this meant less time with mommy. "It hurt" she once said "But it's okay I'm the OLDEST that's all that counts, AHUH, that's what DADDY said!" She didn't share everything, but they were great kids. They played happy all of the days. As their parents thanked god with praise. Everyday a beautiful one even with the rains. Well, years they pasted and the love and happiness seemed it would last. Until Carlie's eighth grade summer. One night, the last day of school there was a party for the eighth graders who graduated to highschool. Carlie was there having a good time. She didn't know what it was but something had been wrong for about an hour already. She felt it. Then turning to the door, it flies open as she sees her father running to her. She runs to him with tears in her eyes and since that day have never been dry. [RECENT NEWS] Accident out by Sykes pond. Three horriably disfigured. When what looks as a trucker losing control. The truck being used for gasolline transport crossed over in to on coming traffic. Where it met a mother and son with their untimely deaths. That was three years ago last may. Three months ago today I lost Carlie Ann to my dismay. Carlie was only seventeen. So sad that girl since we lost her mother and John. I don't know how I could of let this happen. I know she wasn't happy, but how did I miss the signs of her being so sad. She was all I had. How could I fail her and her mother like this. You know I tried to talk to her, but it was just so hard. I wish I could of helped her like she helped me. She just kept it all in. I wish she could of talk to me, because now I've lost all to live for. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 31 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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