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Contributed by
RICHARD_CAMPBELL
on
Monday, 1st November 2004 @ 11:30:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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That pounding sound,
that painfull look.
that loud cry ,make everyone shook.
that pale stear ,that last gaps for air.
who shot my son ,a mother declear.
wailing ,crying and falling down,
fear as finnally concour this ground.
my life ,my son and my friend
by for now.
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RICHARD_CAMPBELL
... [
2004-11-01 11:30:17] (Date/Time posted on
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