I am a doctor's son; winter sun screams palely.
Feel it in my soul- brown and grey and gone,
You are dead, my friend: it's all you know,
Nobody to help, nobody to care,
Driving on and driving back,
Dying old and dying young,
Going forward, but always back
To death we go, and nowhere else.
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Pretty off the top: I was making sure a new printer worked so I came up with that to print as a sample. Rad.
Please tell me what you think
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Great descriptive piece, funny what you come up with just for a test isn't it?
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