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Different than before.
It happened that one day.
Everyone was in disarray.
The clock had struck on noon.
My life would surely end soon.
That morning, the birds sang beautifully.
I sat on my bench, reading noiselessly.
The breeze swayed all the trees, and a turtle waddled ever closer to its goal.
I truly needed this rest, for yesterday's work had taken its toal.
And then it happened.
It was quick, painless, and altogether instant.
Everyone saw it, even though some were distant.
A monstrous foreign object came into view.
By the time I saw it, there was nothing I could do.
It dropped atop my piece of Heaven, even though it's not yet 2011.
But that was years ago. Now I am no more.
But I wish I could go back, do things different than before.
Because now I am in Hell.
Death had broken thru my protective shell.
I sit here in this fire, really wanting a smore.
Sweat collects on my forehead, fresh from my pore.
I wish I had done things different than before.