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Frivolous

Rating: 2.7

I ponder,
For lack of pondering,
My dying:
For I slack in living;
And I wander,
Maybe because I've a knack for leaving
Anything
That's ever left me.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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