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Monday, December 28, 2020

poem - dark


by dog e relaford



the road is dark
the night is cold
the game is over
the farm is sold

the battle is ended
the war is lost
in a distant city
they count the cost

a weary traveler
carries a sack
full of gold and diamonds
upon his back

as dawn approaches
does he not realize
that the gold will turn to spiders
and the diamonds turn to flies




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