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Fauxreal Junior Member
since 2003-02-16
Posts 38 |
Out in the playground A child is shot They whisk her away In an ambulance cot Sirens blare The doctor's screaming Internal bleeding... The priest keeps reading. No more pigtails No more bows No more butterflies Or scraped elbows No more sunshine No more play No more being tucked in By the end of the day No more friends Or santa claus No more studying A puppy's paws. Dreams are exstinguished Along with hopes, All for an argument Over dope. Who is gonna stop this? Where will it end? I say my last goodbye To my dear little friend. |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
ohhhh  this is terribly sad, heartbreaking. And too many times true.I don't know if this is something you've personally experienced, but if so, my heart goes out to you.. to all her family and friends. Just going to a funeral yesterday, I know... death is too real  well done.. though. Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
A tragic reality, well stated. Good work. Sandra |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
You captured this terror well....We have terrorists in our own backyard that no one is taking care of!!!!  Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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