Marbles Of Death
16 February, 2010
Author: Elizabeth Squires
Marbles of death rove and scout
Searching for souls to erase out
Randomly they pitch and take aim
Everyone is judged as fair game
No mortal can avoid their strike
They do pretty much as they like
No exceptions or exemptions are made
It's all part of their deadly parade
Marbles of death loom everywhere
They're primed to ply their wares
Anytime one of our number will go
At the marbles of deaths say so
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Colin (69.157.4.80) -- Tuesday, February 16 2010, 07:27 pm ...a marvelous mind you have there! Thankfully I still have a few marbles myself left to understand the poetic depths in which so you deftly travel. |
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