Daddy's Game


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    Daddy's Game

    Shadows creaping through the night
    help me hide out of sight
    mommy cries, daddy yells
    He screams and he hits her
    she falls to the floor
    his evil eyes peer through my door
    i wimper and cry as he enters my room
    I tell him its late i don't want to play
    but he goes ahead and stars daddy's game
    an evil grin crosses his face
    .just like every night he takes hi place as i feel the tears streaming down my face i fade away to my special placeit's me and mommy and granny to but daddy is not around when he comes back i won't make a sound the game finnaly ends he touches my face i start to cr y because i know tomarrow he'll take his place

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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