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The Mill
That I knew so well,
I could not believe,
How unused it looked.
I remembered
How my Mother would send me there,
For the fresh Bread.
I remembered the strict guard.
His face was always pale white,
Like he had the plague.
They wouldn't let and ill person
Guard such a fresh, clean place?
Suddenly,
I longed for that bread.
Without thinking
I ran
Into my death.
- Title: The Mill
- Artist: iBatty
- Description: A short poem I thought of in English Class.
- Date: 12/24/2008
- Tags: mill bread death
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Comments (6 Comments)
- iStepharella - 12/30/2008
- I don't understand it. What point are you trying to portray with this? Why would you run from a sick man? Why not help? Are you portraying selfishness? It's alright, but i'm left with a sour dislike in my mouth thinking about it. Try a more rhythmic type of flow. Instead of posting a work of art for someone else, do it for yourself. 6 out of 10. smile
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- iBatty - 12/26/2008
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R4zorM4n
Maybe...
Or wun of the sharp mixing blades >=P
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- XxXx dEsTiNy XxXx - 12/25/2008
- =o woah..
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- R4zorM4n - 12/24/2008
- you ran into a loaf of bread and died?
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- Kirito-Senpai - 12/24/2008
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im xnaruto987
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- Kirito-Senpai - 12/24/2008
- thats cool mom
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