Death.

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    One of the first poems I ever wrote.

    Death.

    Death

    Is a fate which I have earned,

    Nothing new was learned.

    Nothing I knew was good enough,

    Nothing ever met what you wanted it to,

    Now its time to pay my dues.

    Death

    Is a fate which i have earned.

    Nothing new was learned,

    Nevermore, Nevermore

    I wont let you through!

    Death

    Is a fate which I have earned.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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