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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * SANDY HOOK ELEMENTARY SCHOOL RAMPAGE – December 14, 2012 Tribute to those slain at sandy hook elementary school ™ I read the terribly tragic news oh boy about unlucky kids at a Connecticut elementary school thus a spark in me heavily languished from deadly ploy! The steely bullets lit tinder - kindle ling bastard nemesis illicit throve illicit pandemonium didst sting this papa s if his entire being hit by mortar rounds, and his mouth hooked dry like sandy grit from cold bloody merciless killing, whereby logical explanation does not fit! Hours after the merciless horror, (already five years ago) I dialed me younger sister in bend, Oregon and over the phone did cry per wanton massacre and loss of innocent children, a part of this dada did die no matter this papa of two darling young adult daughters each day he does espy open mouth and wide eyed Shutterfly, how the years of their lives (And mine) ever faster fly yet, a figurative stab to the heart tore up this gentle guy felt obliged to blubber love for sibling, while attempting to say hi whereby psyche rent asunder, who would sacrifice himself to lie! asper distraught fathers and/or mothers heart broken for beautiful daughters and sons only thru memories can only adore from cleft psyche, gut-wrenching, woefully torment searing within mind doth bore recovery from such loss prized progeny well nigh impossible chore haunted by priceless offspring, neither surviving papa/ mama can never a door not ever again hearing soft pitter patters across floor mental angst fraught with blood & gore this haint mooch different, than a g.i. Joe in battle fatigues locked in moral combat with korps indelibly etched in conscience bent on evoking nightmares like an ogre of folk lore once happy go lucky faces smile no more nor will horror of grief abate, but continue to pour inducing incessant screams from tigress roar that remain in cerebral store vis a vis an awful imp prim a tore hammering, nailing, wrenching, et cetera phantoms once genetic gems of yore. thus, upon a bed of nails or suffer any mortal pain well nigh for my precious progeny, whose innocence like apple pie to the core their angelic souls parental guidance yes, sometimes oat k shun ally goes a rye but never could this father fathom... a momentary sigh at beauty and innocence in children flush with zest and unbounded energy sans novel experiences those mowed down will NEVER BE ABLE NEW ADVENTURES TO TRY now, he only stares blankly at the bloody headlines wondering WHY???