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Saturday, April 3, 2010

a poem on Lord of the Flies by William Golding



The serene island rests

in tranquil blue water

the palne plummets

from the sky

a ball of fire

the boys gather

and form a brotherhood

conflict erupts

blood spilled

innoncence lost

the boat drifts away

carrying the men

permanently scarred

forever cursed

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