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	<title>The Pedestrian Poet &#187; scream</title>
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		<title>Death of a Toy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 18:37:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>monica</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was driving Up a long twisty road Guarded on both sides By trees standing tall They hunch over the road Creating a great canopy As they try to peer Into the car’s windows Hidden among them Are small homes Like rabbit holes Nestled safely away In a bed of evergreen I drive along But [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">I was driving<br />
Up a long twisty road<br />
Guarded on both sides<br />
By trees standing tall<br />
They hunch over the road<br />
Creating a great canopy<br />
As they try to peer<br />
Into the car’s windows<br />
Hidden among them<br />
Are small homes<br />
Like rabbit holes<br />
Nestled safely away<br />
In a bed of evergreen<br />
I drive along<br />
But something rolls<br />
Out in front of me<br />
A tennis ball<br />
Bounced its way toward the road<br />
I thought nothing of it<br />
Then I saw the little boy<br />
He ran with arms outstretched<br />
Eyes on only the ball<br />
Just like daddy told him<br />
He ran blindly into the road<br />
After his renegade ball<br />
Right in front of my car<br />
I slam on the brakes<br />
And hear the squeal<br />
Of burning rubber<br />
I push against the wheel<br />
As I hear the ball<br />
Pop under my tire<br />
The little boy looks up<br />
Right into my eyes<br />
The car screams<br />
I scream<br />
And squeeze my eyes shut<br />
I can hear a mother screaming<br />
Who will never<br />
See her son grow or succeed<br />
Who had fate snatch away<br />
The little amount of joy<br />
In her sad lonely life<br />
But then I open my eyes<br />
The ball bounces<br />
In front of my car<br />
I turn slightly<br />
And see that little boy<br />
Standing on the edge<br />
Of the evergreen road<br />
On the edge of safety and sanity<br />
Watching the death of a toy<br />
I start to cry<br />
All I can think is<br />
See how thin the line<br />
Is between me<br />
And a murderer<br />
Or is there a difference at all</p>
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