A Bopp Poems

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1.
The Children Sleep

Where they used to dream,
In their sleep, I hear my children cry.
A creaky head waiting to implode,
Nowhere to hide,
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2.
The Verdict

He sits there silently,
Patiently awaiting the verdict,
“Is he guilty? ”
“Did he do it? ”
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