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Date: Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 11:30:17 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: RICHARD_CAMPBELL
That pounding sound,
that painfull look.
that loud cry ,make everyone shook.
that pale stear ,that last gaps for air.
who shot my son ,a mother declear.
wailing ,crying and falling down,
fear as finnally concour this ground.
my life ,my son and my friend
by for now.
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