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TERRORISM on 2017 Lower Manhattan Attack

Halloween Night October thirty-first, twenty-seventeen. A wet night of lit cut out jack-o-lanterns, parties, games, cursed ghouls and goblins, and witches shadows flit. Children dress in fun or scary costumes going door-to-door round the neighborhood shouting, "Trick or treat!" running on sweet fumes being good, but they eat more than they should. Today was different; it was a day of grief and sorrow over an act of terror; Innocent lives taken away too soon with families. Where is the love? An act of sheer terrorism meant to fright it will not discourage, but make us fight. 11/1/2017

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Date: 11/28/2017 8:25:00 PM
I agree a great tribute to Halloween. a great poem. have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 11/24/2017 8:49:00 PM
Wonderful tribute. Well done, Eve.
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Date: 11/8/2017 6:20:00 PM
Powerful poem, Eve. Congrats on your win.
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Date: 11/8/2017 4:34:00 PM
A powerful well written piece Eve! Congratulations on your high placement! : )
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Date: 11/8/2017 12:24:00 PM
Eve, congratulations on your win in my contest, a sad write for sure but those last two lines are so powerful, well done !
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Date: 11/8/2017 7:58:00 AM
So well expressed and indeed very sad. Congrats on your win.
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Date: 11/8/2017 12:58:00 AM
A fine write, Eve, I do love a good sonnet. Punchy ending, too. Congrats on your win! Viv x
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Date: 11/4/2017 4:51:00 PM
A poignant and sensitive write, Eve. Good luck with the contest. All the best, John.
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Date: 11/4/2017 3:21:00 PM
Thanks Eve for your comments. And thank you for the opportunity to share the past. From your diary, 'meant to fright; makes us fight. Love that line. Thanks for sharing this truthful piece.
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Date: 11/2/2017 7:34:00 PM
Yes, the sadness never seems to end these days, Eve. Great rhyming in your sonnet. I loved that image of children running on sweet fumes. That was me so many years ago!!
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Date: 11/2/2017 10:10:00 AM
Very appropriate poem for the contest, Eve ... Deeply saddening news ... And what is dreadful is that it will go on, given the politico-economic scenario ...
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Date: 11/1/2017 2:15:00 PM
Excellent poem for the contest... how sad whrn innocent lives are lost... I wonder if humanity will ever learn...
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Date: 11/1/2017 7:10:00 AM
A tragedy indeed my dear friend, and when things like this make headlines it begs the question of where is the Love? You have written an excellent sonnet. All the best in the contest. A fave from me...Maria
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Date: 11/1/2017 6:47:00 AM
An apt topic of the day--a well written Sonnet--best for a win, Eve!
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Date: 11/1/2017 5:40:00 AM
This write is so true in every aspect...what should have been a fun and happy day for the children and the adults, a day that would have been filled with pleasant spooky things and midnight blasts, only ended up being a terrible day for so many! I hate what happened and am so sickened by the acts of terrorism that is plaguing the world today! The fear that was instilled yesterday was not the fear that we wanted for Halloween! I feel for all the families affected! Great Work my friend!
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Date: 11/1/2017 5:34:00 AM
Very sad indeed. Loved the line ... "running on sweet fumes" :) Enjoyed reading this sonnet Eve. Best, ~Judy
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Date: 11/1/2017 5:30:00 AM
So sad indeed. You must be talking about what happened in New York yesterday. I can't believe that idiot would hit a school bus full of children with special needs. Not only that, run down people on bicycles. What is this world coming to? Nicely penned Eve! :)
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Date: 11/1/2017 2:13:00 AM
Eve, so poignant, I couldn't have expressed this any better than you! Hugs!
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