Truly, if the killer
Thinks him as the killer,
So too if the one slain
Thinks, he has been slain,
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The soul! Muse of living, Also with the killer around. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
i KNOW NOT AND CARE NOT IF I HAVE A SOUL. I DO CARE IF I'VE NO ice cream IN MY BOWL! ! ! :) bri
True, My Dear Watson, yes, you won't understand. The wise generally avoid commenting on things they can't understand. But let me appreciate your courage to rush, for the ice-cream to rage, and I too am no sage, I too oft for that ice-cream rage, but there are moments I'm in search of my true image.