Ten Minutes To Three

by William P. Marino
(Billerica, MA)

Ten Minutes To Three.
By Liam Marino

The clock stopped ticking at ten minutes to three.
The runners kept running down Boylston Street 
They ran to the hospital to give their blood.
Cops and responders ran to victims, giving their love
The clock's a machine that keeps running time.
Martin's a being, who left us a sign:
{{{{{{{{{{{"NO MORE HURTING PEOPLE"}}}}}}}}}}}}
{{{{{{{{ {{{{{{{{{{{"PEACE"}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

"Tomorrow, the sun will rise over Boston,
This special place, This state of Grace"    
A speck on the earth is this place called "Dot".
Little Martin Richard has stopped the worlds clocks.
Little Martin Richard has given us pause.


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