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Song for Brad
An old adage reads:” No Reason nor Rhyme.”
But tell me God: “Was that his time?”
Why that meeting, that morning,
That room
Of all the buildings in Washington
To meet his doom
At the Pentagon
Consulting with three star General Maud
Proposing a plan they now applaud?
Why couldn’t he have finished
And begun walking away
To his car, far, far from
The horror of that
Cruel end?
When, when will I ever mend?
Muriel
01/05/02
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