In the silver light of the moon
Thinking that its not to soon
Doing the opposite of what he's tolled
And from his long sleeve foaled
Bring out his special pain killer
That he'd nicknamed misery ender
Waiting hopelessly on a road forgotten
Normally up till the time of ten
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Poetry by ArtIsMe
PoetrySome random poetry that I made. Some of these I used in my classes at school. Do not use with out my permission. All is made by me, so is the cover. All resemblance is coincidental.
