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That Type Of Day
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That Type Of Day

Poem By Ron Farmer

This Is A Sad Sad Day, In Bad, Bad Way.
This is the type of day for the sky to turn gray.

The type of day for A picture to cry, Tears Of Blood.
Until Its So thick it becomes a river Of mud.

A young Pretty girl walking home.
She decides shes safe and Walks alone.

She sings and she laughs while she skips through the night.
Only to be caught by the eye, with pure delight.

She saw the headlights, the car came to a halt.
She new something was wrong, and she wasn't at fault.

She turned to run, only to be fallowed.
The soul of the girl and the girl is now hollow.
Innocence once deep soon became shallow

So very sad. And afraid shes become
Many years later she would have rather died young.

I can't put it to words. But if its that type of day.
Fly like the birds, to the sky of gray.

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An incredibly sad and painful poem.