Sam Stabbed MotherA Poem by José HumildeHaving some fun with a quatrain. Enjoy!
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In came Sam, soaked in blood red;
he sat at the table to wait. "Sister Mary, mother's dead." I guess dinner tonight will be late...
© 2010 José HumildeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJosé HumildePocatello, IDAboutI'm a simple man with a complex mind. I was born and raised in southeastern Idaho, and wouldn't change a thing. I'm a young 21-year-old Chicano who has a deep understanding for his culture. I'm.. more..Writing
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