The Price Poem by Cody Osterberg

The Price

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Sticks and stones,
Breaking bones.
Broken glass,
Bloody Past.
Feels like rain,
Forgotten pain.
Young and old,
Ice cold.
Lights and sounds,
Going rounds.
Freedom and truth,
Dying youth.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,freedom
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Cody Osterberg

Cody Osterberg

Muskegon Michigan
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