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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A dream I had.

Scaffolds to hold the bridge,

Steel tubes and white covers on decks.

He was demolishing them,

And down the bridge fell...


I almost died in there,

'Cause he didn't care;

If someone lived or died,

He only cared for his might!


But then they said to him:

If you go on, The Mad Prophetess can't win.

She will die in there,

And he stopped and cared...

Submitted: January 05, 2021

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Bert Broomberg

A good read.

Tue, January 5th, 2021 11:55am

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