That was the day that birthed a thousand orphans.
A thousand orphans were born that day.
In the shadows of the saucers a thousand orphans were born.
The day the saucers came, orphans were born by the thousands.
The scream of saucers masked the birth cry of a thousand orphans.
Take your pick, or any alternative.
2 comments:
I thought that was going to be a poem at first, and then it started looking like one of those responsive psalms in church.
I guess they could be read that day. I just wrote down the first line, and then my brain rewrote it. And then rewrote that one, wash, rinse, repeat.
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