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Mar 2018
The grim reaper treads the earth,
Where, crisscrossing the land,
He comes to collect.

Valley, hill and mountain—
Nothing escapes his repulsive visitation.
He comes to collect his due.

Great fences are erected
To ward off his intrusion,
But only for a season.
For, He is persistent in his returns.

The Grim Reaper.
An unwelcomed visitor—
Only leaving sorrow in his wake.
Written by
walterrean salley  usa
(usa)   
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