The time to be no more,
shallows when you die.
A quiet calm,
serenely plays,
a peaceful calming song.
Years of Waste,
lay in hate,
surrender to the bait.
Allow a deep and mournful cry,
to tone a long good bye.
Do not fret!
We just met!
A man of simple prose.
Close one eye,
cross your tie,
and pray I do not lie.
K.A.P.
6/23/2009
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