![]() Dead-setA Poem by Dylan Macadham![]() a Poem in 12 lines![]() Life 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 Author![]() Dylan MacadhamSeattle, WAAboutStringing seventeen syllables does one of my Snippets spin, count 'em :) more..Writing
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