Sean McDonough
October 2, 2009
Solving Literary Problems
Oh Death!
All I see everywhere,
Is death, death, death!
The tree’s I swear,
My last drawn out breath,
And the moonlight,
And these stars,
Oh! It shines so bright,
In this city so many bars,
And upon the day’s first light,
Leaves, the leaves! of grass,
And their blinded sight,
These boys are oh so crass,
But I swear, I swear,
It’s true!
The poison it wares!
Through and through.
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