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Mar 05, 2009
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Master of all
I come to all people red, black and white,
they come when I call,
sometimes they fight.
I come to people young and old,
and I care nothing for silver or gold
I can come quickly, quietly, in the night,
noisily, violently, in broad day-light
I have no home, face or age,
I've been around as long as life.
You may find my name on your tongue in rage,
or bring me 'round with a gun or knife.
that's right fella,why cry and moan, waste your breath?
go on home, I'll be around, for my name is death.
— Geezer, Mar 05, 2009
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Nordic cloud
17 years 3 months ago
The scythe of doom
Geezer
2 weeks 6 days ago
After all...
this time, I get to reply to this comment by my still good friend, The Queen of the Northland. I am glad that you enjoyed this one and hope that I carried the message, that we are all the same, just trying to be fruitful and multiply. Ann is still traipsing about sending me beautiful pictures of her travels. Thank you Ann, ~ Sir Gee.