Twice - Poem by Amy Jones
I heard Newfie got shot.
And now he’s dead.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel bad.
No one found him for a couple days.
I don’t know who found him,
But I know he got it in the face
With a shot gun,
When I heard that I felt bad.
But not for Newfie.
I never met him,
But I knew him.
But everyone knew him.
I never thought to care that I didn’t feel bad.
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