Dead-setA Poem by Dylan Macadhama Poem in 12 linesLife will
unfold, while we
endeavor to forget, that our
time in the sun, is for
All dead-set. We can
wait for it to begin, or
seize the day, taking
it square on the chin, as we
work and play. The
years will pass, no matter
our bent; We
will sink in the morass,
when our
days are spent. © 2021 Dylan MacadhamReviews
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1 Review Added on September 6, 2021 Last Updated on September 6, 2021 AuthorDylan MacadhamSeattle, WAAboutI'm a dabbler in Verse & Fiction ... 99 words or less is my addiction :) more..Writing
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