Silver silent whispers
And a spiders been caught
The devils got my number
He’s knocking on my door
The gold bells ringing
and pidgins flew the coop
They all fell silent an the moon rose up
Yes they all bowed down as there deeds were done
A contest entry
- Short Lived Short Form #6 by Samplette.
425 points, ended March 22, 2007, 13 entries
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weeeell
hope ur ok u no im always here for you...forever..wether we are friends or not!..i hope u r ok!!...i just felt like u were gonna break down i wanted to hugg you but i thought u might want your personall space
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Well, first in the title-queeries, do you mean queries, as in questions? And pidgins, I assume you mean pigeons? For pidgin is simplified speech. "an the moon" maybe "and" Other than that...and nice piece with an interesting read. Thank you for entering the contest.
Sam
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