SOBBING TEARS
Once, often I heard;
Death comes
I wondered why an idle
Lunactic makes men ferrous
In their frustration they might
Cry, moan or groan
What difference has all
To a deaf adventurer
Who pursue without
Caution
Whoa! Lay cold death,
"He has an icy fist",
Though short enough
To leave the world bare
once a twinkle.
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