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Dinner In Hartford |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. It’s a poem I can’t write It requires a despair For more years Than this man Will ever know It takes a mistake Without repair . . . An error Whose wound Finally remains Fatally to the end Their curtains drawn So stiff and prim A clock ticks On the kitchen wall Water drips Into the sink Here they are Together alone Where nothing happy Can ever will ever Happen again When sadness or silence Are all that is left . [This message has been edited by Huan Yi (10-22-2007 05:46 PM).] |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
When sadness or silence Are all that is left oh, very sad.. good write John.. RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
who knows. End of the world is brought in by a poem rather than a bomb.  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Sad, but fine wriiting. Ida |
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