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There Sits Darkness
Contributed by
richard2
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Thursday, 22nd December 2011 @ 07:41:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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There Sits Darkness
There sits darkness
At table number five,
Dealing blackjack with a spade
Here plays beauty with her eyes,
Trying heaven in a throw
of dead men dice
Here comes ramble
with his ragged coat and old guitar.
He cant gamble without his bones
And there lies old man age,
Hell play his poems for angels now
From underneath the stone
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richard2
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2011-12-22 07:41:55]
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Re: There Sits Darkness
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 22nd December 2011 @ 08:21:59 AM AEST
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I think ya might agree with me, Rich, that dead men done been poets make more money when their dead!
Wonderful write, rewardin' read.
wabl
KenMoore
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