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" ANOTHER CHILD CONCEIVED My mother bore me in late May, And I was peeking out the day, Or the night; she can’t recall, Daddy’s sitting home, appalled. Another child, another pain, Another mouth to feed, again. Dad ran away, did not look back, Perhaps to cut himself some slack. He couldn’t stand the dread received; Of yet another child, conceived. "
― Vincent K. Hunanyan , Black Book of Poems
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" To broken hearts, to broken dreams To me and you, to you and me To all the friends and all the foes, To those who love and those who don't To those who have and those without To parent's scorn, deprived of doubt To those who give, to those who save To those afraid, and all the brave To all the seconds, unforgiving To the departed and all the living To those who dare, to those who care To those in bliss and in despair To all the smiles and all the laughs, To all we love, on love's behalf To all the pain and single cry To happiness and every high! "
― Vincent K. Hunanyan , Black Book of Poems
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" Hate is easy, love is hard, You may linger, time will not. The last string strums; your hours are up, The time has come to raise your cup, And bid farewell to all time bought, The countless lessons never taught, All the treasures never sought, And all the battles never fought. Tick tack, you have arrived, And no one here gets out alive. "
― Vincent K. Hunanyan , Black Book of Poems
