Smooth marble gravestone
Do we really all go to the same place?
A smooth marble gravestone
After a life on the throne
Grandest of all the graves
Above the slaves mass pit of bones
About the Creator
Hywel Latimyr
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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Comments (2)
This was very profound and thought provoking. I loved it!
Very true.