#NaPoWriMo Ahoy nomads on the move. Did I tell you the grave tale of the grim reaper yet? One fine dawn, as I lay dead, the sun just about awake, peeking an inch above the lake, my soul awaiting the reaper, in dread. (Full poem in caption...) \\A grin reaper *--*--*--*--* Ahoy nomads on the move. Did I tell you the grave tale of the grim reaper yet? One fine dawn, as I lay dead,
