Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Plunderance Of Innocence Comments

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You come to my bed when Mommy’s away.
You mess up my head – bad thoughts, they stay.
It’s dark in my room and I hear every sound,
How sinister the gloom when she’s not around.
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Lisa Pringle
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Robert Green 28 March 2012

Reading this hurts, well written on the subject.

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John Raubenheimer 22 March 2012

You capture with sensitivity the feelings of a child's betrayal by someone she might once have trusted. It's a painful story.

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Lisa Pringle

Lisa Pringle

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