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Post by arth_frown on Oct 18, 2008 9:26:31 GMT -1
I wrote this poem 5 minutes ago, the third poem I've ever wrote. It's raw and unrefined.
Death is around me. My ancestors in front, waiting. The crows are singing there song. One foot in this world, one foot in the other. All around me is peaceful. The sky changes colour, not long now. I'm slipping deeper into the earth. A warm fire and a bowl of mead awaits me .
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Post by Tegernacus on Oct 18, 2008 11:18:02 GMT -1
may we all meet such an end
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Post by arth_frown on Oct 18, 2008 13:12:52 GMT -1
may we all meet such an end Hopefully in the distant future.
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