B: I: The Meaning Of 'Wild' - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Death's the comfiest place
You could retire to,
After all the strife,
Like bed's the softest place
After a hard day's life.
But dreams, they can be wild.
Containing all the past,
All the future too,
Death must be a wild, wild place
You must retire to.
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