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It Ain'T the Gun

It ain't the Gun Never was it, that I was told I could be loved. It was yesterday a host of roses fell, all blocking our paths. sincerely, you said, am all yours, but that was my epitaph. On our grave yard, they wrote, it ain't the gun Killed like Romeo and Juilet. Dying one by one, same day same session. Where is the love? Beauty been buried, riches turn to dust. Why killed us ? ain't the roses romantic for us? Ain't the riches enough for us ? Why the gun? Curse you, curse me, but all my fault Love was the man behind the trigger.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/16/2017 2:48:00 PM
Your poem speaks the truth.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/19/2023 11:00:00 AM
Hello Sunday Kevin, you are welcome. Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene\
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Sunday Kelvin
Date: 6/19/2023 2:13:00 AM
Thanks
Date: 11/16/2017 2:40:00 PM
Yes why the gun?
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/19/2023 11:01:00 AM
Hello Sunday Kevin, LOL/ Darlene\
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Sunday Kelvin
Date: 6/19/2023 2:13:00 AM
Lol

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