Anybody Lasts Longer?
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When the weak lungs unable to breath the polluted air,
Vision blurs, then heart reduces the palpitation gradually.
Even the giants collapse as dwarfs in this fighting ring
of the mesmerized World?
The handsome death sends his luxurious car to the rich
for going away and the poor souls crawl to the pauper's
graveyard as usual?
[Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;
Rock me to sleep, mother-rock me to sleep! ]
-Elizabeth Akers Allen
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