G Forms - Grook Contest - Constance La France 8/10/24
'The boundaries dividing Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?’ – Edgar Allan Poe not yet have I said farewell so, I turned Death away ignoring his knock on my door but his cold hand persisted "you've come too soon," I cried ~ "Death, be not so hurried" my plea was made in vain daylight wanes in darkness a requiem hymn sung by weeping mourners
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