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The Room Where It Happened

I peeked in the room where FDR
And Churchill made a deal – 
The chairs and table where they sat
Made history so real.

I stood in the room where JFK
And Eleanor did meet.
Discussions there allowed him
To successfully compete.

Lin-Manual Miranda,
In his most successful play,
Described what I experienced
In Hyde Park yesterday.

It’s special being in the room
Where history occurred
But as to what went down there,
We have only someone’s word.

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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/7/2018 9:55:00 AM

Nice one! :)) xomo

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/6/2018 4:41:00 PM

It is so true that the only way we really "ha ha" know is someone's word. Would it not be weird if the entire history of the world was fiction? And it is possible. A poem for thought, Ilene.