Crack and the White Picket Fence

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    Crack and the White Picket Fence

    Sweet frames that held
    Times precious
    Bubbled and placed in new
    Cardboard boxes leaving
    Stark naked walls
    Stripped of all that truly matters.

    Mothers treasures passed
    Down from her own and then to me
    Lie in yesterdays newspaper
    Whose headline should scream
    In huge black print
    Lives Blown Up.

    Deborah
    Jonesborough of events
    Redwood City August 2006

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    lightcourier commented on Crack and the White Picket Fence

    05-03-2009

    I really liked this. The passing nostalgic changing of the seasons. Very nice! Thanks!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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