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Daffodils. The dancing Daffodils we read in class. Amazing piece by William Wordsworth.

Daffodils. The dancing Daffodils we read in class. Amazing piece by William Wordsworth.

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The Reaper arrives Slowly through the fog Creeping into the night Searching for someone To take beyond the light Drifting with the current Inside his boat of death He will find the person And take their last breath He journeys into the dark Seeking for lost souls With his blade wielded, it's Their time to pay the toll Into the black of night Remnants of his craft Lay strewn along the bow Displayed upon his raft An unfortunate event Will cast over his prey The Reaper moves silently This will be their last day ©Schizology The Reaper arrives #Reaper #poem✍🧡🧡💛

The Reaper arrives Slowly through the fog Creeping into the night Searching for someone To take beyond the light Drifting with the current Inside his boat of death He will find the person And take their last breath He journeys into the dark Seeking for lost souls With his blade wielded, it's Their time to pay the toll Into the black of night Remnants of his craft Lay strewn along the bow Displayed upon his raft An unfortunate event Will cast over his prey The Reaper moves silently This will be their last day ©Schizology The Reaper arrives #Reaper #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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The reaper arrives #Reaper #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Death

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Oh what is he to eternal content? Awoken prints of moist sentiment, His old fragrance does still recline, Where we sat under hazy sunshine. Seven great years, memories perfect, Never taken smiles to that effect, A piece of limerence, that heart keeps, His name with roses, where he sleeps. A slumber did my spirit seal — William Wordsworth

Oh what is he to eternal content? Awoken prints of moist sentiment, His old fragrance does still recline, Where we sat under hazy sunshine. Seven great years, memories perfect, Never taken smiles to that effect, A piece of limerence, that heart keeps, His name with roses, where he sleeps. A slumber did my spirit seal — William Wordsworth