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Once more into the woods
The story behind the poem
My father was a very abusive man,
and he used to take me into the woods behind our house to do
unspeakable things. Now he is gone, but my memories of the woods
will never leave me. They are like a nightmare which haunts me every
day. My mother never paid attention to me, so I was forgotten like
images not photographed. The line on how poems without music are
just words scribbled on paper is showing how songs are now popular,
but poetry is sadly a dying art.
by David Ether
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