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Talking to Death

One day I went to talk to Death,
And he, so kindly, obliged
To let me in and waste my breath
About the day for me to die.
And then I went to Life,
To talk about the same.
But shortly after he said, “Okay”
He asked me, “What’s your name?”
So again I went to talk to Death
I begged him don’t let me die!
And just when I thought I had convinced him
He smiled and said, “Goodbye”



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Funkyman said...
today at 2:21 pm:
I love this poem because I have tried to talk to Death to but he kept me here.
 
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JulianR said...
Feb. 15 at 11:03 am:
Well, it seems to me that either way you choose, you die! Life sucks and so does death! Really, i mean i want to live, what do they not get from that! any way good job Josh! uh.. i mean enderman...:D
 
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