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Today I saw you in the rain
I stopped and stood and felt the pain,
Deep-rooted, like a vital vein
Cut deep into my heart.
I used to believe that..
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This poem is about the Night of Broken Glass, ("Kristallnacht" in German), a night when many Jews were killed or sent to concentration camps.
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“ Janie was always a caring person, so loving, and she’d give you the shirt off her back…and maybe a cookie or two…”..
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The night was passing slowly. I tossed and turned; sleep was far away. I couldn’t stop thinking about Janie. Why would anyone want to kill her..
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The plot thickens.....enjoy :)
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OK, this is where the craziness is at its peak! Hang on and enjoy the ride--literally. ;)
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“ I’m fine.” I swatted at the EMT hovering over me, acting like a banged elbow and mild concussion was cause for immediate concern..
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The familiar dim lights of the interrogation room made me feel cryptic as I paced slowly in front of a very intimidated-looking Mona Sullivan. Only ..
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The November air was chilly as the two police officers, Ricky Doyle and Lloyd Robinson, sat in their unmarked car on Weston Street, facing the East ..
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