dealing in death

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    dealing in death

    I set out,
    With good intended,
    When somthing in me,
    Becomes misdirected.

    As summe turns,
    A winter falls,
    My stomach churns,
    Ive accomplished nothing at all.

    So judge me swift,
    Claim my soul,
    Life is a gift,
    But its gotten old.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Darkneswilfall’s Poems (4)

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    dealing in death 0
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