Frankie's PoemThis awful dark and dismal dayHas swept my glory all away;My sun goes down, my days are past,And I must leave this world at last.Judge Daniels has my sentence passed,These prison walls I'll leave at last;Nothing to cheer my drooping headUntil I'm numbered with the dead.His feeble hands fell gently down,His chattering tongue soon lost its sound;It strikes a terror to my heartTo see his soul and body part.His awful ghost I know I'll see Gnawing his flesh in misery;With flaming eyes, he'll say to me,"Why did you take my life away?"It's awful indeed to think of death,In perfect health to lose my breath;But little time to pra
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