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Poetry By: Kathleen Oakwood

Two 5-Liners!

Submitted:Feb 26, 2010    Reads: 75    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


It is a conveyor belt.

On and on it goes.

Where it seems to end,

None of us really knows.


Is it like a sleep?

You may be un-consciously aware.

One minute oxygen fills you,

Then you're no longer there.


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