Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 33,537 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Mental Crisis - Poem by Is It Poetry

Abraham Lincoln
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.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013

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