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A passing strange parade
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A passing strange parade |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
A passing strange parade They are gone from me. Bodies burnt or now decayed. But still within my mind I see, A passing strange parade. Like attired in funeral dress. With faded flowers loosely clasped. They smile and grin in mock distress. They know my time is passing fast. In stained and yellow ragged shroud. Silent, she waits and beckons me, Tall , stately , meek yet proud She is the only one I see. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Arthur, Very thought provoking..I'm wondering if the female here is in reference to your mother? This one leaves me deep in thought...I enjoy being left to wonder. Well done! Nancy. ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~ |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
This one gives thought to much....a very deep poem....a keeper to ponder.... |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Very interesting Michael. You certainly seem to have a fascination with death these days. Get back in that MG and enjoy life  Well written poem by the way If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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