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Post by Rosetta on Oct 17, 2011 15:03:11 GMT
The winter rain was misting down, whining truck tyres throwing out their spray. A hitch-hiker stood beside the road, his wet thumb pointing out his way. His body hunched against the wind, Illuminated plainly in the headlights' glare. Watching the cars with pleading eyes. That called out to him in his despair, But wet and cold, he stood there mute, His worn backpack hanging from a strap. Buffeted by blasts from speeding cars and trucks, Their gusts tearing at his coat and cap. Wearily he turned and trudged north again, Perhaps an elusive dream was what he sought. Then I realised this poor lonely man, Was going somewhere and I was not.
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Post by weewatto on Oct 19, 2011 13:03:05 GMT
Ooooh I likey Can't really say anything any more intelligent at the mo.... If I'm being really picky, second verse could do with a little revision - it sounds like HIS pleading eyes are calling out to HIM in HIS despair and I'm not sure that makes sense? Might just be a wee oversight. Overall though, like very much the punch delivered. Welcome x
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Post by annettecurtain on Oct 19, 2011 13:22:23 GMT
Weren't you in a car going past?
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Post by weewatto on Oct 19, 2011 13:24:23 GMT
Well that puts a slightly different slant on it.
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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Oct 24, 2011 12:17:12 GMT
I once gave a ride to a female hitch hiker and I have to say it was most enjoyable.
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Post by justfred on Oct 30, 2011 13:26:11 GMT
Maybe I could hitchhike out of the hospital except I probably smell a bit stale and no one would give me one.
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