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at death's door
by Charlie Morgana leak in the crack of time
allowed me to see the two roads;
either, of wear accounting for life's
trials and strangulations of self.
a Scrooge are we when that road is forced.
the one that Frost spoke of, or the snowy wood;
and the snow accepts our frigid rigidity;
our soul floating wistfully into ether;
as at death's door do we all wait. 08/05/2011 Author's Note: ...hardly write notes, there is life after death, yet i left that perspective out because EVERYMAN lives, thinks daily and acts as if this is the show.
Posted on 08/05/2011
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