Grandiose, spread-eagled, he is lofted from the window
Only for his head to bond in a pool of blood
-Never ming the five kids in the blowing snow-
This man's last act was a thud.
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Hmm, I'd have to say I like this a lot more than mine! You've inspired emotion within me, and that's what great poetry does.
Brought tears to my eyes This is one of my favourites Deep and heartfelt- great write Mr Petrovich.