History, our story
No one changes what happens to them.
History is the story of one unhappy family
and a family is a group of strangers who live together.
Labels: death, history, poem, sad, suicide
[ 09 September 2008 12:27 am submitted by Unknown
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Casually
I would manage by some trick
To switch the talk to eels
Or lore of the horse and cart
Or the Provisionals.
But my tentative art
His turned back watches too:
He was blown to bits
Out drinking in a curfew
Labels: death, poem, sad, terrorism
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