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For who will blow that whistle
which next thorn from thistle
will startle my fatigue
what cloud first will burst
shall quench my thirst
or crack a last sweet melody
as if the crow were friend
announcing my true end
and very merrily. M

Sunday, March 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,life and death
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Madrason .

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