SHE died on tv,
with a smile on
her face,
SHE pointed her
thin finger at
me, and cursed all
the love we made.
SHE died on tv,
with a wallet on
her sleave, with
the laughter of
a child, she falls,
and flies, in her
sleep. AMEN...
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I would like to translate this poem
Very Profound David. If I say that it is clever it may undermine the depth of this one.So i'll just say Thanks again Love Duncan