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Sonnet for a Suicide (Sonnet) by <~>

My son is safe, at home today. I called and checked, to be certain. Before I dialed 911, I had to know he was okay-- Call it a mother's bargain-- Before I could take action. I'd come across a gruesome scene Another woman's son, I found: A young man's corpse, just off the path, His body, swollen, black and green, Around his neck, a rope was wound, I discovered the aftermath. I was the one who broke the news. But, why do they always lose their shoes?

<~> 29-Jul-03/8:04 PM
no, no. the dead guy's shoes were off his feet.




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