A. David Abraham Biography

Summer and fall of 1918
100 years ago
When all our boys came home
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Today when I woke up
Walked around
Felt the concrete
Everything felt new
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Sometimes when I wander way
I take the often ride
It splits, it splats
It goes that way
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Time and time and time again
Time passes by

Till there is no end
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Long languid days
Horrific in their length and breath
Reminder of all left undone
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