1816, by ill haven Subscribe to rss feed for <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
Posted: 2005-10-05 00:03:28 UTC
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2005-09-18 15:41:29No Child Is Innocent Once Born
Wow, I think that is a good poem, it is "chilly" Well Done!

2005-09-21 13:37:27Anthonysheets
Very nice man. Much better without the screwed formatting :P

2010-07-03 17:58:19baya
nice! im trying to think why its called 1816 . . . it has to be a year.