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Library: Death Escapeth Thee Nought
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Author: merja
Date:Sep 21 2008
In fear of Death I stepped out from the dryness
And into the pouring ancientness of rain.
She swirled about in torrents and like as not
She pushed me softly back inside again
Scurrying so scared, I ran back to the openness
Thought be: 'Hurry or It shall devoureth me.'
So forcefully I moved into the fivers and streams
The storm is bent upon upsetting my sea
And in the quiet I quiver, cold, awakened from my dreams
Lasting impressions, that on the road safety awaits
ANd though the deepds are dangeorus, push back any fear
For death esapeth thee nought, you whom with It spakes.
25Dec1999
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