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Reflection on Mortality

Bah! Getting older sucks, with all the aches and pains and worries about growths and tumours, cancers and heart failure my prostrate is fine, thank you very much, but can you check this mole? this pain, this ache? this over impending sense of mortality knocking at the door? the late night harrowing discoveries guaranteeing no sleep until a call to the doctor, the cutting back on everything while increasing vitamin intake exercise, stress free times for self reflection and discovery of ailments and illnesses, inducing stress increasing heart rate, needing a drink to calm down but not too much, as the liver has already suffered enough the days advance into night and the night advances to day and before you know it it the sun sets one last time
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Nov 9, 2011
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