Wicked Stranger

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    Wicked Stranger

    The breeze blow the trees lash
    I hear the whistle of that stranger in the distance and i hear the load crash

    Why is he so mean to you and trying so hard to make u go down
    Tell him to stop, tell to turn around and go back where he came from
    I know you don't want this, i can see you heart felt frown
    I know that you are tired and upset, why does he keep coming around?

    I hear him shouting now i know that he is coming closer
    No, no i really can't believe that this is over

    The thick air has disappeared and now i am left in dispair
    He has taken another one and you are left right here
    again

    That wicked stranger

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    StandingBear commented on Wicked Stranger

    03-23-2011

    A very well written, interesting write about a *wicked stranger*

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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