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Post by Kaius Eros on Jun 22, 2007 20:09:12 GMT -5
The Broken Key
Behind this door is a broken key, The key is to get inside, But how to get in to retrieve the key, Is up to you to decide.
Breaking down the door, Is something you should not do, The creature that lives inside, Will not welcome you.
Burning down the door, As some might do, Did not come out, Because of something they knew.
Hidden behind this door is a broken key, The key is to find a way in, Pick the lock some might say, But then again two is needed, To keep the monster at bay.
There is only one survivor of The Door, You might want to ask what they did, They did not hide behind a bush, They would have been eaten if they hid.
They did not scream to be let in, Like lions waiting for a meal, Nor did they strike a lie, Or for that matter strike a deal.
No no they walked up to The Door, And with grinning faces said, “Please let us in so the key we may keep, And nothing do we dread.”
Yes, they were brave and kind, And loved with out fear or mind, But the last seen of these two, Was them returning without a clue…
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Post by Kayen Echstin on Jun 25, 2007 14:16:39 GMT -5
I've always loved this one the most out of all of your poems. You're as good as the dude who wrote Alice in Wonderland...Only you don't do drugs, though you might've had too much coke to drink ^^; But still, I love it. Good job, Kay!.
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