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- The fly on my table at allpoetry
There was a fly on my table Next to my hand and my lamp- old, - Outshine Myriads at allpoetry
Who are we that know such beauty?
Who are we that know no fear, - Dreams of Snow at allpoetry
I fell in the snow, so welcoming was its embrace
I felt inclined to join it in its peaceful slumber, - The Butcher at allpoetry
The butcher does not stop to mourn
Their deaths, or he does - The Sightseeing of Hats at storywrite
The young Hats was winding his way through time when he stopped.
He stopped because he observed a cow in the middle
