Friday, January 3, 2003

Twenty Four Years Comments

Rating: 3.1

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
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Dylan Thomas
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 08 October 2017

With my red veins full of money, In the final direction of the elementary town I advance as long as forever is. Loved the poem.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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Dylan Thomas

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