Just a poem
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The Drifter
And it rained on an autumn night
Cold winds blowing across the barren farmland
Animals kept in their pens
MothersÂ’ tales entertaining the young children
Came knocking on a door
A peculiar young man did
Clad in an old yellow raincoat
With a smile on his face
Good day to you young lass, he said
Would you mind me borrowing your fireplace?
The winds have chilled my bones
And I got no place I can call home -
Hm... and what happens next? It seems to beg a longer tale.
Does she let the stranger in? Is he handsome? Does he behave?
Clan in an old yellow raincoat
I think you mean "clad". -
Opps. yepp edited it already. thanks!
Well, what you said made sense but i prefer it open ended. Leave it up to the reader to decide and imagine for himself/herself!
But again, i might continue the tale when i have some new inspiration!
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Hope there's a Part II to this too
