What becomes of words without breath
When left alone on the outskirts of death
The yellowing pages that told of my soul
Who will repeat them once my image is old
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Susan! ! ! ! ! This is EPIC! ! ! ! ! ! All your poems are great but this is a touchdown in the SuperBowl! ! ! ! Loved it! ! ! ! Thanks!
very fine, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
a wonderful title followed by a brilliant poem, , ,