Bombs Over Bangor Poem by Fabio Caparelli
Bombs Over Bangor
It was not me, who beside the sea,
Stumbled upon the shrapnel,
The bombs that fell, the flesh that bled,
The emptiness that was left instead,
Of sand based fun and sea activities,
Makes for a far more interesting walk,
We all love history, don't we?
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Poignant... The title reminds me of south coast hip hop act Outkast.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:45:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great piece of work, your lines flooded with fine chosen words, nice job