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May 2014
No bells are ringing.
Rumors are swirling.
Was he drunk or drugged;
Talked with girls about boys;
Thought a failure at home;
Seen sitting alone?
Was he ill-at-ease;
Had a terminal disease;
Was he love-sick, forlorn,
Or just out of season?

          He paid the toll.
          Switched on the flashers.
          Made a splash.
          No tell. No knell.

          I'm told he surfaced,
          Yelled something
          Like, *Don't ask.
One more young suicide. The horror!
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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