Reality can sometimes be too harsh…
There was no longer that need to look,
they would close the book,
quiet at first, no sound,
the child found
partially buried in a ditch,
the mother’s screams reached still a higher pitch,
reality crawling into the cold,
keeping the body from total decay,
sanity would fold,
as people were curious in a morbid way,
creating instant pandemonium,
grieving mother,
and the police with nothing much to say.
Your stuff is so different from mine that I really look forward to reading it ~ whatever it will be, lol! Nice share Frank, I like it!! 
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