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Poetry News Post #937

Stoic

Written by: The Imprechaun of The Bog, Misty Storm, Poet of Mischief
Date: Thursday, May 27th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


In his stance he stands alone/never bothered/never stoned/he stands for
nothing -to atone/he drives/he lives/he's in the zone.
Without a care
Without concern

His cheek is turned as he gets hit/Bloody/bruised-Turned and sits/he
can't go on-he gives a fit/he crys/he wines/into his mit.
He Gives up
He doesn't learn


Death doesn't seem to care/always ignored/never implored/He don't try
to-play fare/throws the rope/catch the dope/tug the snare.
Take comfort
Take head
Start to shake
Start to Bleed.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Variach, in the year 130 MA.


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