In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado Blue
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado Bluesnow laden birch and willows that weep, |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueWhere did you come from, Rygar, I'm glad your ok |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueI'm so damm cold, you all must be freezing, I shall build a fire |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado Bluei blew in on the whim of the wind, |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueThe fire is roaring to match the wicked wind blowing |
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In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueWe are caught out in the open, we must look for a ditch |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueThe train whistle calls, fills the chaotic night air |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueOh! if it were only a train! |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueRygar, it is! Hurtling toward us, our racing salvation! |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueOk, this is not a model train, when we jump on, hold on tight |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueCrying in the night, dying in their dreams, flying in the shadows |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BluePullman cars hustling, reckless with need, |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueI’m out of breath, hanging on the ledge with tire |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueThe door on a boxcar slams, cuts her in half, we are drenched in blood |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueClank-Clank of freights as the wheels pass over the rails |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueFrightening glee screams from the storm on our heels |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado Bluewith the blood running down tracing a path, |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueCrash-Smash, we have become deaths splendid taste' ale |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueThis is a freeze marker to the website of originalpoetry.com. |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueMeanwhile only two of the three things that touched the ground |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BluePlease read and comment, on the current Poets of Blood Creations. |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueToo bad they died in the fierce twister |
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RE: In The Darkest Winter Was Night Tornado BlueThank all of you for the poem. |
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.