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A Poem (Free verse) by BigB

Slowly he turned, He walked a few paces back to the tree, and lay down in its shade. His mind a blank, Knew all he had was lost. He was satisfied enough to let the ground engulf him, Swallow him to the eternal blackness. The branches hung limply over him, And wept their tears of blood.

Dovina 7-Sep-04/10:56 AM
The death penalty would provide Disneyland with greater realism, a more life-like experience. And failure to flush is a good place to start. It's a more serious offense than say, riding a bicycle in a bike lane while a mother with her pre-school child turns right without looking.




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