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Jan 2016
...Death...
What's the big deal?
I practice it at parties
When I
Black out on gin.
I practice it for
8 hours a day
When I
Wander mindlessly at work.
I practice it
Every night
When I lie down
Alone in the dark.
And didn't I hear you say
"I LOVE sleep" before?
And don't you hate
When you have to leave the bed
Every morning?
Then why do you still
Shudder when
Death is mentioned?
And why is that
The only time you really feel
Existence?
...Life...
What's the big deal?
Today I am
Sleeping in.
Written by
Ray Suarez  San Pedro, CA
(San Pedro, CA)   
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