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Apr 2017
children playing in the park
Drone of swarming bees
suddenly life went dark
Time stood still,it froze
bursts of high pitch screams
filled the air with fear and dread
all around me,parents and children
We're laying fu--ing dead.
frozen with gut wrenching horror
I could hear people having rants
Stuck for what seems an eternity
I knew I had just **** my pants
Sirens wailing smoked filled thee air
Blood splattered red,dripping everywhere
then I woke,hearing a terrible sound
Holding a a bottle of ketchup,One red one brown
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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