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SEPTEMBER
A mockery of innocence
Instigate a flood
A playground smutted
Drenched
in blood
A basketball ring hangs high in the sky
In the middle of
the room
A white centred ring
All very wry All very wry
A crowd has
gathered
Their eyes to the sky
Eyes cry a flood
Mouth whispering
“why?” My oh my
All here to remember
September
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