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On The Death Of Friends In Childhood

Rating: 3.3

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
JJ Vatana 13 May 2009

What a great poem by Justice. I liked the imagery and mood the piece =D.

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