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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3919 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Lady Oak Emusing (Lois P. Jones) The last tear falls on barren cheeks; polished black and smoothed by wretched hands past the fingered leaves, charred to bitter curls, who’ve cast their sickened souls before you Let this tear become the gentle rain that pours the end of ruin. And then, so shall you sleep-- cocooned in a dream; suspended until the next kiss shall awaken you in the arms of the sun **For the loss of lives and beauty that has devastated our land. |
