Eleventh-hour Ip-piff-a-nee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Eulogy.

In a field

Caressing the tips of wheat

Go on . . . she's waiting to meet you

You know who that somebody is!

 

Flawless

So now you know!

This moment will, if you want it to, last forever

You are bound only by the laws of eternity

Peace - you knead as if it were dough containing all the matter of stars . . . yet to be

This is Elysium . . .

And the own-uss is on you!


Submitted: May 19, 2020

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hullabaloo22

An opportunity so easy to miss. Excellent, Jobe.

Wed, May 20th, 2020 7:14pm

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