Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

On His Morning Stroll Death Meets Life. - Poem by Not Long Left

Every morning death takes
his morning stroll with his
two death dogs.

This one morning whilst
walking he bumps into life
who has lost his way.

'What brings you here'
says death
'Got lost just after the third
gate' said life.

'How's buisness said death
'I think you know ' life said.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, April 10, 2006

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