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You kiss them goodbye
Hoping they come later
But the unthinkable happens
And your life suddenly takes a not planned turn
Your last words were I love you,
Just before they scurry past you
Suddenly a fimiliar voice is at your door
Bearing bad news
You hope for the best
But was told your child was admitted to the hospital
Tears fall down as race for time
The doctors tell you everything going to be okay
Just a few broken ribs and a fracture ankle
Their able to go home today
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Something Special | 0 | 04/22/2010 |
| You're in my heart | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Torn | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Unfixable | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Love so Deep | 3 | 12/23/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 12/23/2009 |
| Ruined | 0 | 12/23/2009 |
| Lies | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Unique | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Emotional Trial | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| War | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Last Breathe | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Laura | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Abuse | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Fallen Tears | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Waiting Game | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Depression | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Pieces of Me | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
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