XXVII
A three of clubs.
A clarinet missing seven keys.
A left shoe, untied.
A cross on a fine gold chain.
Hot and cold bath knobs.
Three rubies, twelve emerald earrings
And seven diamond necklaces.
A baby doll.
A broken pocket watch.
Gold coins.
The teardrops of every man to lose
a lover
The hurt of every child to have lost
a mother
For every girl to have lost a boy
For every hand to have lost a hand
to hold
A friend to lose a friend
One thousand, five hundred
and seventeen souls.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
XXVII
A three of clubs.
A clarinet missing seven keys.
A left shoe, untied.
A cross on a fine gold chain.
Hot and cold bath knobs.
Three rubies, twelve emerald earrings
And seven diamond necklaces.
A baby doll.
A broken pocket watch.
Gold coins.
The teardrops of every man to lose
a lover
The hurt of every child to have lost
a mother
For every girl to have lost a boy
For every hand to have lost a hand
to hold
A friend to lose a friend
One thousand, five hundred
and seventeen souls.
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