As you go through the yellow door remember me,
take time with what you say,
For perhaps if we don't rush in blind,
the bastard won't get away.
While we are at it dont ditch the trousers,
The ones you have made, out of silk,
And stay away from Mcdonalds,
we can do without the extra bulk.
Most important, look after mother
Perhaps we can give it a try,
Don't let her take up the smoking again
maybe we won't say goodbye.
Author notes
Someone hurt with words like a knife, completely changed the whole of my life.
A contest entry
- The Second Chance by BluesMan.
1400 points, ended February 19, 2008, 14 entries
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Wow Powerful and to the point Thank you for entering my contest LOL BIll
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