Poems by Larry Andrews. The title came to me in a dream. It embodies my goal to serve you Tiger-like readings in Teacup portions. [Click "older posts" at the bottom to see additional writings.) Thanks and enjoy.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
LAST SONG
The last morning I wake I plan to sing As Death approaches me With sharpened scythe and hot breath
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