|Supernatural Poetry posted February 27, 2010|
A dreary cloak, with darkened hood
need not remind us of the worry.
The ageless apparition waits
and with his scythe he smiles.
'Tis just his lot
to reap from us
the ones with endless hurry.
guess I'll be slowin' downPays one point and 2 member cents.
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