<font color=steelblue>1816</font>

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By <b><h><font face=tahoma color=steelblue>ill haven</font></h></b> •

Winter passes by And never leaveth Why ask all the little children, Why? Bitter cold To little noses cleaveth And all the little children Start to die Because it is the Year Without Summer The End of the End Death is not an acquaintance He has become a friend

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September 18, 2005 15:41No Child Is Innocent Once Born

Wow, I think that is a good poem, it is "chilly" Well Done!

September 21, 2005 13:37Anthonysheets

Very nice man. Much better without the screwed formatting :P

July 3, 2010 17:58baya

nice! im trying to think why its called 1816 . . . it has to be a year.