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I found this photograph
underneath the broken picture glass.
Tender face of black and white
Beautifula haunting sight.
Looked into an angel's smile
captivated all the while.
From the hair and clothes she wore
I'd place her in between the wars.
Was she willing when she sat
and posed the pretty photograph?
Save her flowering and fair
the days to comethe days to share.
A big smile for the camera
how did she know?
the moment could be lost forever
forever more
I found this photograph
stashed between the old joist walls
in a place where time is lost
lost behindwhere all things fall.
Broken books and calendars
letters script in careful hand
music tooa standard tune by
some forgotten big brass band.
From the threshhold what's to see
of our brave new century?
The television's just a dream
the radiothe silver screen.
A big smile for the camera
how did she know?
the moment could be lost forever
forever more
Was her childhood filled with rhymes
stolen hooksimpassioned crimes?
Was she innocent or blind
to the cruelty of her time?
Was she fearful in her day
was she hopefuldid she pray?
Were there skeletons inside
family secretssworn to hide?
Did she feel the beat that stirs
the fall from grace of wayward girls?
Was she tempted to pretend
the love and laughter'til the end?
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