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SOMEWHERE—in desolate wind-swept space—
In Twilight-land—in No-man's land—
Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
And bade each other stand.
 
"And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
"I know not," said the second Shape,
"I only died last night!"

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  • November 27, 2003
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    Just had to drop by to tell you that this is an awesome piece of work.

  • philophant
    November 25, 2003
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    gee...great poem! splendid! lolololol! i love this - short, humorous, to the point, soaked in meaning....'sponge' poems...

  • pure verona
    April 19, 2003
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    Gotta love Aldrich. Crazy fella, but Jesus, what a mind.


  • April 18, 2003
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    whoa...good poem, altho i didnt really get it...i really liked the twist at the end.

  • CookieZeal
    April 18, 2003
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    Ewhhh..this was wonderful. My kinda' 'Old'! sounds as if he's not sure if he's done the right thing and begins a script of calm argument of his two views!!! heheeh..Sounds like me alright.

  • morphobia
    April 17, 2003
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    I love the little twist at the end--one of my favorite features of short poems. Amusing, but it sets one's mind in motion too. :-D

  • gecko
    April 17, 2003
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    Very cute Mr. Aldrich
    and also very thoughtful in a sense
    depending on where you let your thoughts drift to
    Amusing little anactdote

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