Death As A Bad Master

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    Death As A Bad Master
    One Day i was dreaming of meeting some one special.
    Happily i went and that special person was there.
    The following month that special person was dead


    So i gathered courage and asked the Master of death.
    And he said it was the time for the person
    So i just looked t him and i did tell him in the face that he was a bad master.

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    MrGee commented on Death As A Bad Master

    07-12-2009

    Very good. Now this is what I call a good poem. You paint a good picture in the readers mind in this poem. and I espcially enjoyed you remark to the master when you say "So I just looked at him and told him to his face that he was a bad master.
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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