Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Aftermath
Just no way to forget,
As long as we shall live,
The terrible act,
Yet, we tend to forgive,
Thereby we shift,
We move the hurt away,
Like a neutering gift,
A debt for the perp to pay,
Offer a smile-curse,
And live for another day...
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