We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.

Bombmaker

I cannot forget
The devastation
You caused
When you dropped
That first
Grenade

So when you called
Last week
It was as if
the bomb-maker
Was inviting me
To Lunch

Of course,
I have always
Been very
Fond of
Explosives.



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