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MEET MY MAKER.
Posted: 15 June 2004
Word Count: 46
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Goodnight to to everyone,
goodbye to no one.
No friends or family,
no love to leave.
Trust in your heart,
only the soul can you keep.
Is the reaper dragging his cloak?
Dressed in Black,
another bloke?
No!my time is over,
I must meet my maker
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 Account Closed at 09:29 on 16 June 2004
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Hi Alice,
Very ominous poem, but uplifting if you think about it in a positive way. Your soul is endless, that will never die, and neither will your words. Only writers are immortal.
Ste
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 Nell at 12:48 on 16 June 2004
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Hi Alice, love Is the reaper dragging his cloak?/Dressed in Black,/another bloke? It reminds me of your man in black in the other poem, although he turned out to be Fearless, who I hope is not the Grim Reaper! Somehow those lines seem to be mocking the GR, the speaker is unafraid of him at any rate - humour has ever been our best defence against fear. Liked this muchly.
Nell.
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roovacrag at 12:58 on 16 June 2004
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Nell,thank you. Fearless friend who approved this.
I am still waiting for a poem about me.
He knows many sides so hard to write.
This poem was aimed at someone else.
No one on writewords.
Sad,but how can you love without dying.
xxxxxxxx Alice joy.
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Fearless at 13:21 on 16 June 2004
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Al, an interesting poem. Nothing to worry about, but in fact, welcome.
Nell - not the grim reaper (except Fridays)
Fearless
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