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POEM:Certain choicesBy Richard SheltonMy friend, who was a heroin addict,is dead and buried beneath trash and broken bottles in a prison field.He died, of course, because of the wayhe lived. it wasnt a very good way,But it kept him alive. When it couldnt keep him alive any longer it killed him.Thoroughly and with great suffering.After he had made certain choices,there were no others available. that'sthe way is with certain choices,and we are faced with them so young.I have few friends, and none of them are replaceable. That's the way it is with friends. We make certain choices.
2005年02月16日 05点02分
