Welccome death

When death comes we welcome him with a knife, a gun, a shard of glass.
When death comes we welcome him with an inch of water, a bee sting, a drug.
When death comes we welcome him with a jump, a drink, a rope.
Me, I will welcome death...
At age ninety-two.





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