StaunchA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthe good guy gets his manThere was a corner of consideration he stood in. Staunch, the lines of his character clearly in his virtue. He wanted to talk but the silence felt the loudest at this moment. He stared at the murder, the dead child, stilled by the bullet that strayed from its intended reality. His tenseness fell like a limped leg. The murder dead. The day a full shift over. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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