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Death Waits

Death waits at the garden gate, his sickle is shining and sharp, Martyrs better not be late, or they won’t get a bloody harp. Brian Strand Contest Name SUCCINCT a single TWO line verse/any theme

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Russell Sivey

Date: 11/27/2011 10:26:00 PM

Oh, hilarious one Don! Would you want to me a Martyr in this case? Hey, you get a bloody harp for it! Ha Ha! Awesome work!!

Kim Merryman

Date: 11/27/2011 3:31:00 PM

Funny, Don! Best wishes in the contest. Kim

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/27/2011 3:20:00 PM

hahaha. A bloody harp. Good one, don.

Tony Lane

Date: 11/27/2011 2:28:00 PM

I like it. I once wrote a story where the main character had gone to a Christian School and their football team was the fighting Martyrs. I thought it was funny.

Don Johnson
Date: 11/27/2011 8:23:00 PM

shoulda been the fighting smarter martyrs, maybe then:)