DUST

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by chickenfeathers, Nov 11, 2007.

  1. chickenfeathers

    chickenfeathers Chillin' With My Peeps

    DUST

    Agatha Morley all her life
    Grumbled at dust like a good wife.
    Dust on a table dust on a chair
    Dust on a mantel she couldn't bear.
    She forgave faults in man and child
    But a dusty shelf would set her wild
    She bore with sin without protest
    But dust thoughts preyed upon her rest.
    Agatha Morley is sleeping sound
    Six feet under the mouldy ground.
    Six feet under the earth she lies
    With dust at her feet and dust in her eyes.
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