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[title] => This, A Perfect Summer Evening
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[bodytext] => A breeze blows calmly Through the towering trees Lining the village street Bird softly sing their Evening symphonies, Never out of turn or tune Their music brightens the Evening air, softens the mood Can life can get any better? Any more peaceful? Any more beautiful than this A perfect summer evening. Screaming tires pierce the calm Breaking glass shatters the silence The driver jams the brakes But never fast enough The bicycle lies in the street The wheel spins and spins Spinning, spinning. People come outside to see What has violated their Picture perfect scene The silence takes control The peoples eyes focus On the body under the car And the little girls doll Lying under a tire Their eyes shift over to The little girls legs Disfigured, contorted and Twisted like a pretzel The silence reigns supreme And the crowds gaze shifts To the little girls head Oh, the little girls head. Brain matter spills onto The reddened pavement Mixed in with pieces of skull The silence screams in rage And the crowds gaze shifts To the little girls face Oh, the little girls face Once a young clean face Filled with life and joy Always smiling and loving The silence tells us all Of a face of sheer terror And the up most fright As it lies on the street Dirtied, bloodied, and crushed The flashing lights pull up The silence deafens the sirens The lifeless body is taken Onto the clean stretcher And a bleached white sheet Covers the little girls Haunting face with purity Silently the doors slam shut The ambulance drives off. The people return indoors Back to their business: Dinners. TVs, sex, and fights A breeze blows calmly Through the towering trees Lining the bloody street Bird softly sing their Evening requiems, Never out of turn or tune Their music darkens the Evening air, intensify the mood Can life can get any worse? Any more horrifying? Any more moribund than this A perfect summer evening. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 283 [topic] => 43 [informant] => MrMojoRisin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 33 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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