Tag: Poetry
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Little Black Sparrow
A child never forgets the first mourning cry to reach their ears. Along with the fears it pulls the sense of truth near As they learn that everything about the world is not so clear Astutely understanding the grand planning of never landing But simply passing away… Away away away the idea of what…
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‘Twas the Night of the Flight: A Chrismukkah Miracle
”Twas the night of the flight, When we got in the car, On schedule for three hours early, The airport wasn’t really that far. But behold we hit traffic! And our time got away. The clock kept on ticking… Would we ever make it to JFK? At last we arrived And tried to get onto…