Death
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Eli Smith, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2005
Death is black.
Death is all seasons from when death comes over you.
Death is under the ground in a box.
Death is just darkness.
Death is rotting, decaying clothing.
Death is a big brown coffin.
Death is a T.V. without a plug.
Death is the rotting, decaying carcass of a chicken.