Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
every year they took his picture.
It wasn't the life of the war.
Death was the friend of many.
Rivers of tears lines of pain.
As they still to day upside down.
The path of true love runs away.
Is It Poetry
Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013
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