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RENEWAL
“In the midst of life we are in death.”
The angels wonder why
mankind hangs on to pointless breath
refusing just to die.
Three score and ten, is but hors d’oeuvre
we take another bite.
Spare parts fitted with such verve
fend off that final night.
The reaper stamps a tapered toe
his whetstone rasps an oath.
Sickly, and senile, came when d...
Sunday 27th October 2013 12:23 am
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