Ode to the Parlor Grays…A Poem by Marlowe147Death will win this game we play Love and what is more But who would suspect sweet, innocent Love is Death’s chilled funeral floor For morgues are filled like hearts are full O Death, we do adore Headstone daisies dance with the air For Love and what is more © 2010 Marlowe147Author's Note
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