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chowsweet:

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies…

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I am Jack’s rotting flesh.

joshuawords:

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I’m the crashing sky

Where is my atlas?

I am tumbling tree

Where are my roots?

I am the falling rain

Where is my river?

I am the crumbling coliseum

Where is my arch?

Where is my ladder?

My step?

My St. Peter’s rock?

My railing?

My hold?

My footing?

I’m slipping

So fast

And I’m falling

Down

Where are you?

I thought you would catch me.

vomitingpuppies:

I see what he did there..

lol BRILLIANT!

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