I looked up into the sky
through the trees,
stripped of their leaves,
because
that's the way
winter has always been.
Death existed before me.
I lit my cigar
and drank my beer --
with the knowledge
that
I don't give a shit.
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allow me sir, to suggest that the last line serve as the intermediary between S1 and S3..read it out loud...and does it fit? just me.
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david
Thank you, Trout. You were spot on.
ReplyDeleteWith hugs and kisses,
Paul
oh, darling, no hugs and kisses, please.
ReplyDeletethis is great stuff: simply and precisely
stated.
death is a beautiful creature.
she puts everyone in perfect perspective.
Autumn is a stark paradox; the beauty of death.
ReplyDeleteI found this to be eerily profound.
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