Highway

by Brittany   Apr 24, 2005


It was my sister and i
we walked down that road
across a small area
that spot was so cold

the little place
was where the bad people jumped
off of a tree
their back in a hump

for they were not good
they had done something wrong
so in turn they were hung
and left there too long

standing next to those bars
looking at the rope vine
feeling chills run
up and down my spine

i'll never forgot that place
i'll always remember that day
just being under that spot
next to that highway

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