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A stand in the Vapor Mist trail
deaf ears to Criers wail.
Jackstand Alone amidst the crowbar Junkyard
leaning hard on a windless day.
Kid at the Corner store no Change No Chore
Super Clean Heat no Glory for evermore.
No pantolones only remembered stories
This is the story of poor little Jacob, who lost his way. For rsjakovac's Flash Fiction Contest.
By M Alexander Vale
The Writings of the Kerachou
This is the first song I ever wrote. I wrote it while in Civics class in 2007.
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 6, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0