Upon A Fit Of Sickness Comments
Twice ten years old not fully told
since nature gave me breath,
My race is run, my thread spun,
lo, here is fatal death.
...
Read full text
this life but small, in place of highest bliss Thanks for sharing it here.
Why isn't anyone commenting on my lovely poem! ? ! ? I will find you all, I will hunt you down and eat you and the contents of your refrigerator.
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
6/7/2025 12:30:15 PM # 1.0.0
very nice very nice