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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death: a sonnet
[time] => 2004-12-27 17:59:12
[hometext] => This is a shakespearian style sonnet, from the first lady of free verse, nonetheless. Was about time I got some discipline, huh?
[bodytext] => Dea†h: α sΦnne† Tis years since I have feared my earthly part But not because I have unnat’ral life Desire nor to attack myself with knife Nor am I morbid, nor am black of heart. That which hast life know us from timely start Returns to She who hosted all his strife And funded us all things that want we might We cannot know what after that takes part. Yet ev’ry man I know has some idea And says they have none only out of fear Like I know, ‘though they know it can’t be so. For some the end, for some only the start Or sleep, or God, or life: a dream departs For me, a mys’try: I no longer know. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ladyaryssa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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