Killshot

Killshot

  I strolled about, and in and out, I tottered the woods in the snow; My heavenly beard flowing out No whiter than the snow. At some time it did pass Behind the tall trees and grass- A striking buck with antlers nine, Gracing the snowy woods divine. I drew back, death ready to hit,…

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The Face

The Face

The face that made my day, The one I shall always remember. ‘Tis impossible to find a needle in a stack of hay; Till my body does time dismember. A relief to all my sorrows and pain; As nothing lasts forever in the cold November rain. A smile brighter than the brightest days Inside me a…

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