S.W. Clark

Rookie - 10 Points (Pennsylvania)

Mornings' Eve - Poem by S.W. Clark

When you feast on morning's Eve,
Ponder no more tomarrows.
Let the still of death
relinquish yur debts
and melt away your sorrows

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 28, 2010

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