A Word A Haiti
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James McLain
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a Word a Haiti
We do not play on tombs
red roses, turned brown, now dark.
Since there is much heart in them
my part
long are the roads they now walk, away from.
Subtracting, addition to know what Some can't.
Tears fall there on their knell, bells now toll.
'Angels will call'
Here And people have come.
And put a flower on top.
Down And hang their faces: We' thus;
We are fearing that their hearts dropp too,
and will crush Unjustly pretty whom play.
And thus we let us move off afar, afraid.
'God'
Like Enemies-far Right,
Held looking off round to see at which distance.
Pray; It be-Occasional.
14.01.2010
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