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Winter Disaster (Free verse) by Sasha

A bridge, whose falling guillotined a ship that trusted it to hold, now bobs in a mess of floated steel already whitened by the cold. The ship, cross-sectioned as a blueprint, goes down in two. The river sighs and shuts its two cold banks above, locking its trophy in a case of ice.

celticskatermatt1 5-Dec-04/4:33 PM
this poem was a disater( jk ) very nice!




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