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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.

zodiac 8-Sep-04/1:51 PM
If by "trivia" you mean, "the proper meanings and orderings of words, i.e., the tools used in writing", and "engrosed with" you mean "properly attentive to", then Dear God - shouldn't we all be??!?!?!1?!




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