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Feb 04, 2009
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RED'S LAST WALK
Walking along a path well known
I found that I was not alone
Shadows cast and footsteps heard
I never heard a spoken word
Darkness falling, sunset failing
I feared this unknown thing
My pace now quickened, almost running
what was behind me was so cunnning
Full moon rising, an evil omen I could see
I pulled my cloak tightly about me
And bent my head to the wind
Surely, safety was just around the bend
But alas, the thing from behind
My red cloak its big teeth did find
And pulled me back as I
stared hopelessly into it's large eyes
Oh, Grandmother! I shall never see you again
— Linda Moses, Feb 04, 2009
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Little Red Riding Hood, with a vengeance
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17 years 4 months ago
thank you
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I like this-
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