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Strange
by John HarderShe told me over the phone
with love in her eyes
and fear inside
Veins running dry
Thoughts fill my mind
There's too much tension
too much stress
Strange
She bought me ice cream
The chocolate kind
with chunks inside
like the chunks in me
of worry and fear
Fear to draw near
I think i'll steer clear
Strange 05/25/2003 Posted on 05/25/2003
Copyright © 2026 John Harder
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Emily G Myers on 05/26/03 at 01:24 AM this has some great flow... good work! |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 05/28/03 at 02:32 PM Its a unique writing, different from all the others - thats what makes it good! |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 06/14/03 at 05:50 AM i won't ask, but i will tell you that i love it:) |
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