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He, a homeless man, sat silently awake Looking no where A lost soul too tired to fake Knowing fear Lord have mercy He, a young man, sat angry at interruption Entitlement in his pose He batters the room with his verbal disruption Raining woe down on the rose Lord have mercy She, a sweet woman, sat with sighs Upon her face Her cries A state of grace Lord have mercy I sit and watch and write it all down Looking to the sky I know how it all will sound And God will hear my cry Lord have mercy

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/12/2009 12:09:00 PM
Outstanding writing Autumn. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/11/2009 8:52:00 AM
Nicely written. Sara
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Date: 8/11/2009 8:37:00 AM
A youngman with entitlement in his pose..I love that line..love the sequence of events in the poem and how you concluded..well done.
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