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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Hail Master

Rating: 4.0
Beneath darkened skies the daylight is dying
In the wide waste there is still a tree
And a man from the branches is hanging
Thirty silver pieces he was given for Thee
Samuel Flockhart
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Now i know what its like to be betrayed by a kiss.
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