Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
Death however has one it's final exception.
Leaving us, it leaves us finaly to go.
With that feeling comes homesickness, no worry.
Do you not know, I do not know, but with us to be.
Only love has been able to withstand all of that.
Through the place we all of them, long ago.
We go and come, come and go.
Individuals to who whom is to whom and tommorrow.
When tommorrow a woman lost is man, woman becomes.
Every man can be something and her he becomes.
All of that for the sake of it.
So it is, why it is, when it now came and left those.
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