When all the leaves have fallen To crunch beneath indifferent feet Afore winter's capturing talon Executes life's final, sad retreat In cold silence loud and sullen When kettle drums begin to beat Humbling each arrogant felon The august end in brutal defeat Wail! No immunity to dwell in Ominous! All graves loom to greet The poor, the rich, the driven All the same pointless end do meet Kiss the Son,now! Determine Sure escape by a fall at Jesus'feet!
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Evangelistic poem Pam! May the Lord use this
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That would be pure joy!
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=)
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Beautiful weaving. Apt moral!
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Thank you.:0)
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Always welcome
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Remarkable skill, ye poetess. So polished. Ye excel.
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Thank you, Miguel. Hope you are well.
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Thank you, dear. I am well. Hope the same for you.
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As my husband says, I’m still vertical and taking in air. lol We have to be thankful for what we have.
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This is fantastic Pam. I think you should submit this poem for publishing.
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Thank you, sweetheart. That’s what my grandson said. I’m not sure who to submit it to.
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