Instant PandemoniumA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioReality can be harsh sometimesThere was no longer that need to look, they would close the book, quiet at first, no sound, the child found partially buried in a ditch, the mother’s screams reached still a higher pitch, reality crawling into the cold, keeping the body from total decay, sanity would fold, as people were curious in a morbid way, creating instant pandemonium, grieving mother, and the police with nothing much to say.
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Added on November 3, 2010 Last Updated on November 3, 2010 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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