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Ladies and Gentlemen The Plane is Crashing.

Poetry By: dubl

This is a short poem.

I had more ideas but I like where it ends.
Let me know what you think!

Submitted:Feb 15, 2009    Reads: 93    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   

I dream of four days and forty ounces
Every second with you
But the minutes don't count its just
One more ring from the telephone
Telling me you are gone and I am alone
And it stings like nobody knows but
I am a champion I just swallow more and
It's straight down the hatch and into the gut
The captain hit me with an uppercut
Like a bullet from a bestfriend
When words are weapons we cannot win
And I dropped arms but you dropped bombs
Hiroshima is burning everybody get warm


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