Nearing Death, Yet But A SeasonA Poem by Dave M. PitmanNearing death, yet but a season Age wise arms stretched out towards the ceiling Planted firmly in it's tradition A giant flower, a protective charm Laid still by Winter's scorn © 2010 Dave M. PitmanReviews
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7 Reviews Added on July 15, 2010 Last Updated on July 24, 2010 AuthorDave M. PitmanSomerville, ALAboutI have always primarily written lyrics and poetry, but lately I've been tinkering with some novel ideas. Over the next few months I'll be releasing a few short stories, as a prelude to beginning my fi.. more..Writing
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