AlmostA Poem by MrKnowAllA bridge to where?
There only mistake was building that bridge,
even the pianist whose rage could be heard in the background, wouldn't agree with this fate. Bridge was really long, really vast, and when a rock fell, they would cry, not for the man who died, but for the rock. When fate arrived , they said:" Almost".
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