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Poetry submitted by Kathi on Tuesday, September 07, 2004 at 7:45PM : Was there no time for hesitation, too much frustration to delay the devastation? No words, only emptiness abounds, there is no deeper pain than to leave this world alone.
The phone...the call so late at night, those words in a voice so calm,
How could I tell the two young men, their world collapsed so far away.
Their dad, their daddy had died at his own hand this day!
It's not his way, but it was his way, on that sad November day.
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