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The Poet (Free verse) by wLeBlancw
He smithed the words from The anvil of his pen Like coins spilling in piles of thought. His dog lay at his feet In deep, regular breaths Of contentment. The sun was setting and rising On his life in shortening Sentences of people who Came and went through decades and minutes. All things had become music In notes only he could hear And see as folly and love. Death, then, was no longer The dreaded machine Coming, always coming. But, rather, a sweet darkness Like the dog sleeping at his feet Pulling him into the eternity of his life.

LeBlank II 9-Mar-03/8:58 PM
I am 30 and a male model. Does it shock you that someone attractive can be educated and attractive? I erased my poem so I could post another one, but then I figured out that I could just create a different user id. If you want the poem, I can re-post it. You seemed really bothered by it. It's one of my most personal ones and that's why I posted it first.




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