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by Sumojo Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2311578

Eight line poem

Prompts: Boulder. Colder.


The little car traversed
On the road below the cliffs
The driver sighed, he moaned he cursed
The snow was forming drifts.

The day was getting colder
The night was drawing nigh
Suddenly a great big boulder
Seemed to come down from the sky.
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