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Ode to O possum

O possum, lying on the road. Why did you leave your abode? Are you sleeping or dead? I see trauma, but no red. O possum, did you look both ways. Or were you blinded, by displays. O possum, lying on the road. I write your ending ode. Were you sick, was this suicide. Or were you pushed, in assisted suicide. O possum, lying on the road. To what is your death, to be owed? One less creature, on this earth, Your passing is not a dearth. O possum, you did have such pride. Know now, my soul deeply cried.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 5/23/2012 7:26:00 AM
A very lovely tribute to a lowly creature. We see many more of them along the road, then in the woods.
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Date: 4/16/2012 1:32:00 AM
Sad, but well done Cecil. Have a nice day! - oxox love Anne-Lise
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