All Souls Day
Or
The Dead Poet Society
Hail, all souls
Spare no bones
Spirited thoughts
No more warts
O earthen souls
Ban the ghouls
Gravity released
Beware the beast
Of burden unleashed
Yet a shroud
Of the holy crowd
Keeps the curse away
There!
The sounds sway
Swooshing the air
Around your hair
Hence saints have left
For their heavenly quest
Throw your annual dice
All souls of poets arise!
11th October 2013
By Andrea Connolly
<blockquote><p>“And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol’n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.” Shakespeare</p>— Maria Smith (@HappyHour91) <a href=”https://twitter.com/HappyHour91/statuses/391931957254553602″>October 20, 2013</a></blockquote>
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