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![]() addicted to createblog[dot]com (= ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 742 Joined: Apr 2004 Member No: 14,423 ![]() |
i`m creatin` somethin` for my xanga; it`ll have the best original poetry, stories, songs, `nd or quotes that people i kno have made.
please post your best poem[s], song[s], story[ies]`nd or quote[s] i will post the best ones i see on my xanga in june. please post 1. your name 2. the title of your piece of work 3. what it is [i.e. poem or song or whatever] thanks (= This post has been edited by triipinfserious: May 24 2004, 08:36 PM |
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![]() Tommy Lee Bones ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 218 Joined: Mar 2004 Member No: 9,916 ![]() |
VIOLENT NIGHT
BY MICHAEL O'RILEY It was the last night of Hanukkah, and all was a strife, not a creature was sleeping, not even my wife. She ran around screaming, throwing dishes and pans. The menorah tipped over, setting flame to her hands. The burning spread upward, soon reaching her hair, and before we had noticed, she was no longer there. But the fire didn't stop, it kept growing and growing. We were watching TV, without even knowing. Timmy Jr. smelled it first. He went to check it out. I sat still, unworried, regretfully, no doubt. The kitchen ceiling gave way, with a snap and a crack. Soon after I noticed, Timmy hadn't come back. By now all was dark, and the house was a blaze. The true challenge now was to flee this flame maze. I jumped through the window, glass flew through the sky. I tell you this now with a tear in my eye. The crisp snow stained red, my hands bruised and bleeding, A firetruck could be heard, police sirens leading. Hanukkah was ruined, now a sad time of year. But my heart was soon blooming, with a new Christmas cheer. Oh Santa, my savior, I hand my holidays to you. Not even eight days of happiness, was worth being a Jew. |
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