Death (Tyburn) - Poem by David Wood
Death brings much pain crying, weeping fears
And with it comes mourning wailing tears
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The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second, third and fourth lines at the 5th through 8th syllables.
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