Across the Yard
by Carvin G Wallson
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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The hot stench of death. |
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In the hot sun,
Walking through the graveyard,
With its lack of shade,
Made me think I'd like to die
I fall or spring--
Summer just isn't suited for a burial
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bell |
10/13/2009 |
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SINCE WE'RE JUST SPECULATING AND WE DON'T HAVE A THING TO DO WITH WHEN WE'RE 'SCHEDULED' TO LEAVE THIS WORLD, HOW ABOUT WINTER...?(SMILE) GOOD WRITE - ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat |
10/13/2009 |
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Carvin,
Interesting take on death!
Mary |
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| Reviewed by steve Chering |
10/13/2009 |
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chin up, try walking along the beach in nstead.
Even in winter, you wont be dissapointed! great style great idea, great poem! |
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