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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

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photo by s. tardio 4.5.12
Do I have the right to mourn
a child who was never born?
Who perished by my own consent
from my body ripped and torn

Some may consider it a sin
ending life that could have been
but two other lives were saved
A situation none can win

And though it's been near thirty years
At times the memory still appears
I was the one who caused the loss
Am I entitled to the tears?