My last hours are to come,
what must I do?
I must tell Granny I'm
coming home to her.
I must stay. Stand
up high in the fields and receive
the beauty of the Earth.
I must be forgiven,
for my hatefulness, rudeness,
evil spells, I get for no reason.
I must say, Good-Bye
to everyone and take my last hours
away with me.
Author notes
What I must do in my last 48 hours on Earth.
A contest entry
- End of the World by Lucian Valcor.
500 points, ended July 25, 2008, 14 entries
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I thought I commented on this one already a couple days ago the site must have glitched or some thing any way ill leave another one, I like the poem its short but nice you rhymed well and the poem flowed well i think you did a nice job, my only question is..... evil spells ?
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Very nicely written. I wouldn't do the same things as you, but what you have written was very nicely down. Shirt and sweet, excellent. Keep on writing, until you can't write no more!
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~Make Peace, Not War~
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