<u>The Last Winter</u>


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    I spoke with a misanthrope one morning,


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    He was as happy as can be


    As he smiled at the horizon’s suns;


    And the death of humanity.


    Unfortunately due to the shortness of this poem I was unable to post it without this note as RoyalRoad is not exactly built for a poetry archive. I fear that this note may become a common sight after each poem though I should at least be thankful I haven''t written much in the way of Haiku.