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on death and vonnegut

so it goes, he said, over and again.

and she knew he only said it to remind her

of her own duty dance with death

but she still wished she had never given him that book.

yeah, well, she said, i want to stay

as close to the edge as i can without going over.

yes, he said. big, undreamed-of things –

the people on the edge see them first.

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Sep 26, 2010
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the several excerpts from the works of vonnegut are, obviously, property of kurt vonnegut.

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