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Oh! D wrds r bereaved!
Dey hav bin squeezd;
Pressd; pushd; n punchd
Derived f der lunch,
So dey stand hunchd
In2 a piddling cornr.
Hear dem cry, hear der roar
Shattrd; brusd n sore
Oh! Hw my hart mourns
2 c d maroond l8rs groan
N d afflictd lyns drone.
D day dsnt sim far
Wn ds wl bcm an irremovabl scar
Smthng beynd ppl; like a star.
N my hart wl kep on cryn
2 c d wrds dat r dying
Buried; removd; shyin Awy.
Shal nvr 4gt u
Unblemishd as in ur youth
U wre, ful n true…
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Author:
Quiller (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2012 09:38
- Comment from author about the poem: I had written this poem a few days ago... It would be a dishonor if I spoke anything about this poem for the \"words speak for themselves\"!
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Comments3
Very interesting and enjoyable piece. An apt tribute to the joys of modern society and txt msging, eh?
Yea 😉
This is such a great poem. I enjoyed it a lot.
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