red sky at night, sailor's delight
red sky in the morning, sailors take warning
the sky burned like hellfire that morning. some say it was an omen. they are the ones who fled; the ones who lived.
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a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
