Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos; Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear; Playing their blind-man's-bluff in our gutted mansions, Their follow-my-leader on a stair that ended in air. Submitted by Stephen Fryer
Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 5:42 AM | Viewed: 2815 times
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