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Requiem on Main Street
Contributed by
dylan
on
Monday, 14th April 2003 @ 09:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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The headlights did their best to pierce the gloom which ebbed and flowed and choked the streets. And the room was all unmade-a jigsaw. Where pieces of the past had been mislaid. And life now moved to a jerky 20s beat as the rain danced softly in the street. And pale blank faces will look up emerge from a coffee cup and listen to some anecdote before reaching for a coat and standing on a doorstep, fumble for words to fit,finally mumble "Goodye" and turn and leave a silence fit for any grave. But not an end just a change at the most say boy to man say girl to woman say Father and Son and Holy Ghost and admit defeat. The wind crept slowly down the street and still the rain sighed. Out of the depths, O Lord I have cried....
Copyright ©
dylan
... [
2003-04-14 21:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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