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Dear Death...

I missed you by a minute
Or maybe it was a mile
All I remember was that flash
Of your shining, eager smile
As you caught me by the ankle
Tried to pull me to your net
But somehow, I got away
You have not killed me yet
I ask you for some time
Just a month under a year
Because although I'm awfully old
There are things I must do here
I cannot go away with you
You cannot be my guide
But when it is my time to leave
I will smile by your side
My tasks will be complete
Every chore on the list, done
And although you've taken me
It is I who will have won



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DragonRiddlerThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 2:38 pm:
I love it when death is personified... :)
 
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