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Who Was Cooler Issac Newton Or William Tell

A MATTER OF GRAVITY where art thou when I need thee most ah yes, thou has become a ghost a wishing well empty, a pond depleted as I stand as stagnant, a man defeated i have been overcome by demons inside and when they request "why hast he died" say unto them he was a man with thirst un-quenched and tell them i died with my teeth well clenched "clenched" question they, "but why" they wonder "because," responds you "of the certain thunder" "hear not thee the sound that killed him well?" "Oh yes, now we hear why he was condemned unto Hell" "so" sayeth thee, tell them without any doubt there will be, due to his death, become a drought a dryness no man nor god can create "because," inform them, "my man was slain solely by hate" " 'twas hatred which condemned him unto the fire, and to all I swear, my man was no liar he told the truth before the Temple of Love until a thousand demonic angels appeared from above" so let them hear the words of a man sworn unto death and vow to them all that with each blessed breath easiness, that evening, arrived my sweet because 'twas with eagerness my death did I meet thusly do I swear when you gaze around and find not by body, to which Hell was bound remember my face and this most memorable date for that 'twas the eve your man died of SELF-hate (c) 2011.....Poefree

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Date: 4/1/2011 8:08:00 PM
strange poem...lost me I think
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Date: 4/1/2011 4:48:00 AM
Very very thought provoking and intellectual verses you have penned, Jeffry
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