Montage In Poetry
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​The Same Thing Every Night​ ​ It was the same thing every night Before going to bed, I would check our baby In the dim light ​ ​ What happened next, I will remember to my dying day Because when I opened the door I found the nursery in dissaray ​ My dog was in the room covered in blood And as hge looked up at me He dropped to the floor with a gently thud
​ ​Melbourne ​ THe City Lives! ​ It teems with dark-clad forms shot like feathered arrows upon their own trajectory ​ Young girls laugh and toss their hair The suited - men make gestures of importance - and go for drinks!
​The Same Thing Every Night​ ​ It was the same thing every night Before going to bed, I would check our baby In the dim light ​ ​ What happened next, I will remember to my dying day Because when I opened the door I found the nursery in dissaray ​ My dog was in the room covered in blood And as hge looked up at me He dropped to the floor with a gently thud