Sunday, May 16, 2010

Too Late

It’s getting too late to die young,
So I’ll have to live with that—
Though I cannot say how long.

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 11:46 AM
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2 puzzled comments:

  1. Excellent poem, Ron. You hit the bull's eye with this one.

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  2. Pithy or pissy, I can't always tell the diff!

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