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The Day After!
The birds still sing
and the sun still shines,
as I sit here alone
and punch these lines!
The hail still falls
and lightning flashes
the thunder booms
and the rain still lashes!
The children giggle
and the babies cry,
the fathers scream
and the mothers sigh!
The rich get richer
as they buy and sell,
while the poor get poorer
and feel unwell!
A new day dawns
and blinks surprise,
then it soon concludes
leaving people wise!
Your smile lives on
in your mothers heart,
it ripples soft,
it will never part!
Joy Weare.
4th December, 2005.
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