the might of the masses
to crumble surpasses
the fear of the meager
to dodge their beleaguer


Tagged: coping, fall , fate , short poem

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  • Paul June 7 2010

    Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wanted to say that I have really enjoyed browsing your blog posts. In any case I’ll be subscribing to your feed and I hope you write again soon!

    1. Betsey July 21 2011

      I don’t know who you wrote this for but you helped a brother out.

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