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Lost To The Wind

Lost to the wind were his agonised pleas, Falling on the deafness of a stone wall, He had been pushed ungently to his knees, He should have known this trouble would befall, Soon now his body on the ground would sprawl: A rifle was pointed straight at his head, At any second now he would be dead, He was a captive in a lawless land, Where brutality for years had been bred, He had been captured by a vicious band. 8/7/20 "Strand New 18" Brian Strand

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Date: 8/8/2020 8:14:00 PM
Beth congrats on your win!:)
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Beth Evans
Date: 8/9/2020 1:57:00 AM
Thanks very much, Brenda.
Date: 8/8/2020 12:01:00 PM
oh, what a fate! So many through history have met fates such as this. Glad to see this a winner on the list. Congrats, Beth.
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Date: 8/8/2020 5:18:00 PM
Thanks, Andrea - wonderful where these contest prompts can lead!