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Sep 2014
Last night
in my neck of the woods,
I witnessed the death of six more stars.
Falling like lead &
glowing like the sun,
I watched them disappear,
get snuffed out quickly
into the darkness.
Of course,
I made my usual requests
& wished upon each one,
yet again,
I'm still wondering,
"Should I stay,
or wait
for more to die?"
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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