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since 2007-06-28

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Devon, England

0 posted 2007-06-30 02:06 PM

"I turned a stone," the Reaper said, "To see if owt was... you know... Dead!
When out from 'neath it, sudden ran, a cheaply suited grey faced man."
"Oh! Spare me Sir!" He craven begged, from fear that suit now wetly legged,
"To kiss your blade too young am I, what sin be mine that I should die?"

"But there for chance I chose your stone," the Reaper spoke. "For chance alone;
I judge not sinners, nor their crime, my touch dictates them but their time."
"Then cast your shadow not on me," the grey man heaping plea on plea,
"Entreat you I my fate repeal, pray let me speak - my worth reveal."

Intrigued the Reaper stayed his hand, an instant's grace was all he planned,
In spite the plaintiff's cunning leer, he held: this rodent's 'worth' to hear.
"Then speak your piece the Reaper sighed, what cared he when this creature died?
"But one tongue's twist, the smallest lie, and know you'll beg an age to die!"

"Know fearful one my earthly trade - how many at your feet I've laid,
A pension late, a rent cheque lost; a hostel closed whate'er the cost.
With but a single ink'ed stroke; a budget cut, an orph'nage broke,
A children's ward, cry how they might, without a second's thought - shut tight!"

"How many times had you but known, I'd with my pen your harvest sown,
Behind my desk what blight I've played, to raise such stalks before your blade!
Have mercy terror, leave me be, what harm when all my toils serve thee,
What cause to take me if you know, that you do reap what I have sow?"

The Reaper turned his hooded head, "You give me cause for thought," He said,
"Tis true it falls within my power, to choose each man's allotted hour,
So far as you have careful sow, it seems but just you harvest know."
And with a wave The Reaper turned, "Go forth and reap what you have earned."

Thence quick the grey man turned away, his guile, he laughed, had won the day,

When scything swift across the ground... The Reaper's blade made not a sound!

Gave up and typed it in - better luck next time?