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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Just had to drop by to tell you that this is an awesome piece of work.
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gee...great poem! splendid! lolololol! i love this - short, humorous, to the point, soaked in meaning....'sponge' poems...
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Gotta love Aldrich. Crazy fella, but Jesus, what a mind.
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whoa...good poem, altho i didnt really get it...i really liked the twist at the end.
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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.
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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
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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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