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Number of posts : 63 Age : 51 Location : Salt Lake City, Utah Poets : Allan Ginsburg, May Swenson, Billy Collins, ect. Registration date : 2008-12-27
| Subject: OF DEATH'S REAP Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:03 pm | |
| Sister death, came for my father, this morning. It's a pain that never goes away. By his stone, I'm sitting.
I should have known, by the tone of his voice; his corpse, forever to bury-- sister death, came for my father, this morning.
Of death's reap, the scribe is free. The brow, no longer weary. By his stone, I'm sitting.
Mortality an' Vitality must co-exist! She's un-nerving. Sister death, came for my father, this morning. re-calling his entombement,
can be vulture like; to many sleepless nights. I'm sitting by his stone.
Resting in peace, father, is in God's care. My goal: be with him one day. Sister death, came for my father this morning. I'm sitting by his stone. | |
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