- Feb 7, 2004
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Death is like a ball of yarn unraveling and having a kitten play upon the tattered strings of yarn fraying as the old yellowed ceiling fan slowly blows a gentle breeze downward upon the greenish stained carpet. . .
Found in another person's post (my post) - I thought others could add their poetic ruminitions . . .
Found in another person's post (my post) - I thought others could add their poetic ruminitions . . .
