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Your lead

Contributed by mick on Saturday, 7th June 2014 @ 05:48:24 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.

If you can not stop for Death –
he kindly stopped for you –
The Carriage will hold but just yourselves –
and immortality.

We slowly drove – you knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For your civility.




Copyright © mick ... [ 2014-06-07 17:48:24]
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Re: Your lead (User Rating: 1 )
by Tiny_Tina on Saturday, 7th June 2014 @ 10:47:52 PM AEST
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sort of dark but very likeable!


Re: Your lead (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th June 2014 @ 12:55:13 AM AEST
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reminds me so much of the word virus, or viral, like a picture of motion or everyday.
Like pools of stagnate water and mosquito
who carry forth virus rna, or virus that is in almost all that many don't know about ezv or v v, or anything you could measure with molecular diagnostic assay.
Civility, death gives you, or life is this
all - one full stop.
All, everything memory, or looking
memory, reality.
We, I like this, not me, not you, We.
Shall we lead? Where...
This is beautiful, gives me hope.
Thanks!
Peace!


Re: Your lead (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Monday, 9th June 2014 @ 09:05:16 PM AEST
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love it. if you can not stop for death-he kindly stopped for you..great write here.




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