{"sf1_id":352029,"sf2_id":"zeR70kym","title":"The Rake","author":"Xandie","words":53,"posted_at":"2012-03-10T07:08:00.000Z","tags":["First Person","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/352029-the-rake","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeR70kym","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/87/86/8786279b-ca3f-4fa8-9791-538253de122b","description":"Poem about... You guessed it... A rake... It was written to win a wager against a former teacher... I had said I could write a poem that was half-decent about anything and he said, 'Write one about a rake', so I did... I don't think it turned out half-bad...","content":"The Rake\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI sleep\n\nUntil autumn's nigh\n\nAnd when the coloured\n\nLeaves fall\n\nI'll wake\n\nAnd collect them all\n\nWithin my arms\n\nSo close\n\nBefore the winter calls\n\nAnd once the wind\n\nBlows snowflakes about\n\nAgain I'll sleep\n\n'Til the seasons see fit to change\n\nOnce more\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCopy-written to Xander Bradeshaw\n\n  \n  \n\n"}