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The Storm

can't you hear your daughter weeping too afraid to go outside that door i hope she sees her father sleeping i step into the summer rain, and i try to make a basket with the front of my t-shirt and bring all those raindrops back inside to her but pretty soon she'll be out drinking not ashamed of your lies anymore i'm sitting in my room just thinking how i wish she were a coin that i could slip into my pocket and feel her with my finger, and keep her from the harshness of the vast approaching storm

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 5/6/2016 10:06:00 AM
Michael Copeland, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ~SKAT~
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Date: 4/24/2016 8:58:00 AM
Michael C, nicely penned. Glad to read your poem today. Luv *LINDA*
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Date: 11/8/2012 8:01:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you this morning Michael. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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