|But October leaves, at midnight!!
Hold-the ocean-boats to wind!
It will pry the-riddle once-again.
From the hands of men.
|If I look at that star with all my station.
All mistakes great-men made are "hue".
Like that way all men turned into granite.
Celebrate with no world's undo.
The poem that wins your vote migrates up a Ladder in rank one step.
The poem that looses your vote migrates down a Ladder in rank one step.
Go see the real time Ladder results, (but please
contribute six or seven votes first).
home = www.epicdewfall.ca