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February 27, 2017
And grief came knocking at the door
for those now lost who’ve gone before.
The emptiness, the hollow sound,
of those no longer now around.
The house of cards where Jack now King –
a new regime of hopes eternal spring.
And worth and value now assessed
at the worst time, under duress.
And grief now knocking at the door,
let sense prevail, without uproar.
The madness that was yesterday
weighed heavy on each bird of prey.
The house of cards now tumbling down,
slim pickings gathered from the ground.
But no good will they ever do
without a world that’s shared with you.
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