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Cleo stubbed her toe Thats it All the furniture had to go! Cleo burned her tongue Oww, that's not fun All the food went out the door Cleo cut her finger on the page Oh the horror, oh the rage All the books in the fire Now she huddled in the empty Hungry Soul less Room And feared the light that kept her warm. She locked the world out And herself in And she had nothing left Poor Cleo

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Date: 4/17/2009 6:02:00 AM
Good write, Autumn. Everyone should be reading your stuff. The message, I take it, is fear. Boy, do I know a few who fit into that room. Love, daver
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Date: 4/7/2009 4:17:00 PM
Sometimes when we cast from our lives the things that cause us pain, we also cast out the things and people that give us joy. I like the way you see the world through a poet's eyes, Autumn! You have mail
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