Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Cross Word

Cross Word
By: James Dubeau

Up and down
Over and across
The rope does tie
It does bind
No more struggling
No more screaming
From the battered and bruised
Locked away
In the dark little boot
As we bounce
Along old dirt trails
In search of a hidden land
For a shallow dug
Deserving resting place
For what was said 

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