Tonight's Poet Corner: Under The Arch
Under The Arch
by Belinda Roddie
Under the arch, we cried and cried
because our poor father had died.
He was thrown in a ditch by our mother,
that bitch, so we sat in the shade that
was black as pitch, and we
cried and we cried and we cried and we
cried. And we cried and we cried
and we cried.
by Belinda Roddie
Under the arch, we cried and cried
because our poor father had died.
He was thrown in a ditch by our mother,
that bitch, so we sat in the shade that
was black as pitch, and we
cried and we cried and we cried and we
cried. And we cried and we cried
and we cried.
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