I did nothing special On the day They put the two youngsters In their graves He in his, she in hers A pang for the father Who was deprived of the son he knew (Or did not know) for nineteen years..... The mother mourning Her only daughter delicate and shy Who smiled seldom And dreamed much..... Not being able to think past Horror to see what was left..... but over and over Of the smashed car Walking off forever Weaponless against death
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