In an unspecified second
On a critical April's day
Time stood fast
And as the bullet echoed
For all ears to hear
6 was forever changed to 9
far, far away. . . in Never Land
where soldiers never grow old
Thus, all the connections were broken
And all the lines were drawn
And white became game to black
And black became quarry to white
And no one could reason as to why
Nevertheless—I have met the enemy
And it is I
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By The way, welcome to the Den
((((("Semper Fi")))))
Peace be with you
William
People won't see between the lines of your poem, but those that were "there" have.
Thanks...and keep'm coming.
Georg
debra
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
and found your work and had to login to comment. Your writings are outstanding...I enjoyed.
Allen