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Tears of death- A poem by Luke Poulton!
I stand here crying tears dripping making tracks down my cheeks.
I stand in the graveyard I feel so sad.
I stand standing over dads grave.
The tomb stone cold and covered with mud.
This is the first time I have visted him in ten years.
I love him.
I cared for him.
He was the greatest Dad of all.
The tears drip on to his grave.
Cold and fool of fear.
These tears are bad they are the tears of death!
I stand here crying tears dripping making tracks down my cheeks.
I stand in the graveyard I feel so sad.
I stand standing over dads grave.
The tomb stone cold and covered with mud.
This is the first time I have visted him in ten years.
I love him.
I cared for him.
He was the greatest Dad of all.
The tears drip on to his grave.
Cold and fool of fear.
These tears are bad they are the tears of death!
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Great! User feedback does work.
Ok I will in my next poem im doing another one tomorrow!
That wasn't so bad. Sentences not exactly of poetic quality, more a string of mundane sentences. The tears were there; just add the blood and gore and it'll be a classic.
Tears of death- A poem by Luke Poulton!
I stand here crying tears dripping making tracks down my cheeks.
I stand in the graveyard I feel so sad.
I stand standing over dads grave.
The tomb stone cold and covered with mud.
This is the first time I have visted him in ten years.
I love him.
I cared for him.
He was the greatest Dad of all.
The tears drip on to his grave.
Cold and fool of fear.
These tears are bad they are the tears of death!
I stand here crying tears dripping making tracks down my cheeks.
I stand in the graveyard I feel so sad.
I stand standing over dads grave.
The tomb stone cold and covered with mud.
This is the first time I have visted him in ten years.
I love him.
I cared for him.
He was the greatest Dad of all.
The tears drip on to his grave.
Cold and fool of fear.
These tears are bad they are the tears of death!
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