Array ( [sid] => 147768 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Removed [time] => 2009-02-03 06:49:14 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Once I cried over
children that fell from windows
murdered by parents,
idiots that killed themselves,
elderly shut-ins that froze
or starved to death,
holiday suicides.

Now eighteen years later
most days are routines.
Nothing I’ve haven’t seen
a thousand times before.

Think I’ll go to lunch after Granny
I tell a co/worker.
Save the decapitated six-year-old
for this afternoon.
So I could get out of here by four
beat the traffic.

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Removed
Date: Tuesday, 3rd February 2009 @ 06:49:14 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: fanniesson
Once I cried over
children that fell from windows
murdered by parents,
idiots that killed themselves,
elderly shut-ins that froze
or starved to death,
holiday suicides.

Now eighteen years later
most days are routines.
Nothing I’ve haven’t seen
a thousand times before.

Think I’ll go to lunch after Granny
I tell a co/worker.
Save the decapitated six-year-old
for this afternoon.
So I could get out of here by four
beat the traffic.



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