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Our new coffins have just arrived.
For women, for men,
For children, for adults,
For the short, the tall, the fat,
For every length and every shape.
Gilded, embossed, marbled,
Our coffins have arrived.
The very latest models.
translated by Sidney Wade & Efe Murad
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
At Least Trying Too
A Journey of Spiritual Significance
Life in islamic point of view
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Typo second to last line. Out instead of our, I’m supposing.
Odd poem this one Lynn
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Thank you. Corrected.
Coffins, not something any of us want to think about, but we should not leave that responsibility to those left. Wicker basket I would like or a cardboard box would do, as long as I am remembered with some wild or garden flowers. Interesting poem.
Yes, it is an interesting poem.
Oh my God!! Why is there so much depression?
Life isn’t always happy.
It is depended on time.joy for sometime;and pain too for sometime.perhaps the time of happieness -we feel as long time.right.life is a unsolved riddle.