The ChaseA Poem by John AntonioRunning from the man.Weaving in and out of a Virginia swamp. Running from the man. He's coming, ya know? I can hear him a ways back. I've got a lead... but he's coming. I crashed my car into his parked car and I think I hurt someone real bad. But none of that matters right now.
© 2014 John AntonioAuthor's Note
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Added on June 2, 2014 Last Updated on June 2, 2014 AuthorJohn AntonioTiconderoga, NYAbout24 years of age from a small town, Ticonderoga, located at the Northern end of Lake George in Upstate New York. A nature loving hunter and fisherman. A musician and short story writer. An employee .. more..Writing
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