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Untimely
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I want to sense
The world around me
I suppose most of us do
Even if the world
Has been
An awful place
From time to time
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It is our home
It’s what we have
And should we leave
Before it’s time
Our absence will be
Missed
By angels in the cosmos
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There will be keening
As the rings of heaven
Move against
Each other
In a way
They’re not supposed to
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C L Couch
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for all the children killed in schools
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Kids hopscotch game in playground.
Photo by Eric Tompkins on Unsplash
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October 7, 2021 at 7:19 pm
A sad but beautiful poem.
October 7, 2021 at 9:20 pm
Thanks. I had an instinctive response to the shooting at the high school in Arlington.