Little Red ChairA Poem by Dana FergusonThis is something based off of a nightmare I had as a childOutside the church, sat a little red chair. The sky was gray, a storm was on the way. A little girl was there, and she wanted the chair. The closer she went, the less the wind would relent. Before she knew, a twister had grew, and had come for her on that day. Grabbing her swiftly, it came so quickly, and carried her far, far away.
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2 Reviews Added on October 30, 2015 Last Updated on October 30, 2015 AuthorDana FergusonTXAboutIf you've come to my page to read some of my poems, thank you so much, it means the world to me. I love to write in my own special style and I love being able to show it to others. If you don't enjoy .. more..Writing
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