a.d. winans | untitled
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I have sat one too many evenings
watching old men eat their last meal
one eye on the dessert the other
on the obituary column
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
I have sat one too many evenings
watching old men eat their last meal
one eye on the dessert the other
on the obituary column
