AphorismA Poem by Samuel FerrisIn the golden grasses of Africa she stalks the heard, waiting for the young calve of a wildebeest to stray away from her mother. The Lion mid leap takes no pity on the prey and Death on the last breath of the lungs will suffer no excuses.
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4 Reviews Added on April 19, 2010 Last Updated on April 19, 2010 AuthorSamuel FerrisRochester, NYAboutI enjoy reading and writing, playing guitar, piano, and composing music. I enjoy reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney, TS elliot, William Carlos Williams, EE Cummings, Lorca, pablo neruda, emily dicke.. more..Writing
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