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My Child Is High Print E-mail
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Written by joseph bejcek poewhit   
Friday, 29 September 2006

Drugs and its sorrows.

 

You are of the coming years.

Wide open are your ears.

Mine are full of fallen tears.

Pills on the table- by your cheers.

What has become of you.

You tell me all has turned blue.

Why can't I talk to you.

Stay in your room like a clown.

Now walking around with a sad frown.

Little pipe inscribed with the word -PEACE.

Once my child-gone it seems.

You look out the window all day.

You must work,a job with pay.

All is blue, you said. It's all true..

""Another fallen in this world's blue.""

 

Last Updated ( Thursday, 28 September 2006 )
 
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