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August Sixth, Eight Fifteen
This poem wants to commemorate the first atomic bomb dropped on humans by humans—the devastating attack on Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, exactly 80 years ago yesterday. It reflects on the immense human loss and suffering caused that day. Despite this dark history, nuclear threats remain today, with leaders like Putin, regimes such as Iran, and countries including North Korea and Pakistan continuing...
Thursday 7th August 2025 6:35 am
CHRISTMAS TREE
Booties on the tree
for him or for me...
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My mind is in a miasma
sight blinded
In a dream like state
trying to peek thru
what did I do
lose them along the way
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Thoughts and visions begin
to dance in my mind
Pictures of him and me
I try to find
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Instead nightmares
run thru my head
Lies choke me like a python getting ready to eat it's prey
...Saturday 17th December 2016 6:50 am

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