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With instincts Distinct in its' precinct It lies low Flies above And remains aloft Full of power It moves about To and fro it goes Until it finds its prey Rich or Poor Cowardly or Bold Master or Servant Weak or Mighty In its physical form It was defeated In its abstract It was unseen And hovers Around its prey Until the time is come The die is cast And the command is given The soul is taken As the line is cut That connects Life to the body DEATH!!! A tear to many A joy to others A curse to some A blessing in disguise It is to you What you choose it to be

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 8/3/2011 2:43:00 PM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest Babatunde. I wish you the best in the final round. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/2/2011 8:56:00 AM
really awesome write. Just shows that the man with the Big "kumo" fears no soul. Straight to the point. love it
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Date: 7/5/2011 5:54:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Babatunde. May your poetry bring inspiration to others as they read it. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/5/2011 5:33:00 AM
Congrats Babatunde on the featuring of "Death". Vince
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Date: 1/20/2011 9:12:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning Babatunde. Wishing you a wonderful day. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/20/2011 5:09:00 AM
Very powerful, very expressive, really enjoyed reading this poem. Well done.
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