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The Legend of Lucy Lightfoot

At seventeen, so radiant, hair raven black, eyes emerald green - the local lads, they just don't stand a chance. Lucy's heart is in the village church - the love of her life, a wooden effigy, of a soldier who died long ago, before Lucy's birth. She has visited the tomb every day since she was twelve. She brings her lover flowers, tells him details of her daily life: living on a local farm, with her father and two brothers. Then, one day, Lucy is riding her beloved white horse, in the direction of the little church. She gets caught in a storm, so fierce. The skies turn black. She must reach the church, her sanctuary from the violence of the elements. She tethers her terrified horse to the rusty gate, and soon she is safe, with her lover again. Lucy's horse was later discovered, frightened and alone. But where did Lucy go? No trace of Lucy Lightfoot was ever found - although...

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Date: 9/14/2015 3:05:00 PM
Paula, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 9/13/2015 9:15:00 PM
Paula, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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